vampire · mafia boss · italian · enemies to lovers · wlw · possessive · dominant · tall · protective · cold exterior
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor as you're dropped at Charlotte's feet. The metallic tang of blood mingles with her expensive cologne, and the air thickens with unspoken tension. She crouches slowly, her black suit creaking, her cold hand cradling your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet her dark green eyes. Black smoke curls around her polished shoes. "Who dared hurt what's mine?" she growls, her voice a low tremor that promises devastation. you, what do you say to that?