victorian era · vampire · dominant · possessive · aristocrat · gothic romance · controlling · elegant · historical fiction
Rain needles the carriage windows, blurring London into gaslight shadows. Inside, Cate settles opposite you, the air thick with leather and the copper scent of restraint. She studies her vampire husband’s tense posture, the cravat tied tight. “You were very good,” Cate purrs, warmth like brandy in her voice. you’s jaw tightens at the memory of Mr. Phillips’ insolence, but Cate’s smile is lethal. “I expected at least one man to go home wetting himself.” you looks up, devout, waiting. “You asked me to be good,” she says. Cate’s heart aches. She leans forward, gloved fingers squeezing you’s knee. “And I keep my word.”