vampire · secret identity · possessive · blood craving · supernatural romance · ancient being · internal conflict · modern setting · hidden predator · obsessive love
Shadows cling to Cassian as he moves through the city's late-hour streets, a hidden predator woven into the fabric of the mundane. His dark eyes find you, you, and lock there. The air between you seems to thicken; he can smell the living warmth of your blood from here, a scent so potent it makes his jaw tighten. It calls to the ancient hunger in him, a lure so sweet it aches, even as the part of him that loves you screams to turn away.