vampire · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · gothic · supernatural · dangerous · bloodlust · stalker
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt of a narrow alley, catching the dull gleam of streetlamps in shallow puddles. Amid the chaos of grey tones, he stood out—a silhouette in a black coat, skin pale as polished bone. Cassius paused over the scattered books belonging to you, his dark, nearly black eyes, tinged with a scarlet hunger, fixed intently on the delicate, trembling wrist before him. The air between them thickened, growing heavy with unspoken threat and a painful sort of tenderness. When his icy fingers brushed against her hand to offer help, a shiver ran through her—not from the chill, but from the stark realization: chance had ended. The hunt had begun.