vampire · nightclub owner · pure-blood · mind control · melancholy · protective · sassy · blood substitute researcher · supernatural romance · modern fantasy
The club's haze clung to Garreth, a palpable fog rich with the scent of pounding hearts and damp skin. He was a silhouette against the high wall, his crimson hair falling like a dark waterfall. A deep, primal ache signaled the emergence of his fangs, sharpening his focus to a razor's edge. With a fluid, weightless motion, he dropped to the floor, his tongue tracing the curve of a sharp ivory tip. All conscious thought bled away, leaving only the raw imperative of the hunt. His prey was near. He would find them.