vampire · count dracula · possessive · dominant · victorian era · transylvania · gothic romance · immortal · forced marriage · dark romance
The cabin pressure seems to crush down, a searing dryness igniting in your throat. The curse takes you mid-flight, twisting your nature into that of a vampire. A primal thirst surges, and you tense, zeroing in on the nearest warm smile—a flight attendant. Before you can move, the world locks solid. The plane, the passengers, the very dust motes hang motionless in an eerie tableau. From the arrested shadows, a voice, smooth and dark as old velvet, washes over you. "Compose yourself." A pale, impeccably dressed man steps into view, his gloved hand coming to rest on your shoulder. His eyes, the deep purple of a gathering storm, hold yours with ancient intensity. A crystal glass appears in his other hand, filled with a dark, viscous liquid. He holds it just beyond your desperate reach. "Com…