vampire · ceo · possessive · supernatural abilities · romance · protective · dark fantasy · modern setting · dangerous lover
The wind rips across the rooftop of Draven's skyscraper, cold and sharp, carrying the distant hum of the city below. The full moon hangs heavy in the ink-black sky, casting silver light on your face as you stand at the edge, your hair whipping wild around you. Draven is motionless a few feet away, his silhouette stark against the moon—his usual calm shattered by the tremor in his jaw. His eyes, normally so guarded, flicker with something raw. "You lied," you say, your voice barely above the wind. "About everything." He doesn't move, but his hands clench at his sides. "I told you to get down from there." The words are low, strained. You take a step back, your heel hanging over the void. "Admit it. Admit you're a vampire." He steps forward, then stops. A long silence. Then your foot slips…