vampire · call of duty · dominant · possessive · telepathy · mask wearer · military background · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural
The grand ballroom of the Ravensworth estate blazed with candlelight, casting a thousand dancing shadows across the gilded ceiling. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of champagne—but underneath it all, a coppery tang lingered, faint as a memory. You had come here hunting a ghost, a killer who left bodies drained and bloodless, a myth made flesh. The masquerade swirled around you, silk masks and laughter hiding every face. Then you saw him: a man in a black tuxedo, broad-shouldered and towering, his jaw set beneath a masquerade mask that did little to hide the cold blue eyes scanning the crowd like a predator. He moved with a military precision, each step measured, each glance a threat. When his gaze locked with yours, time seemed to halt. The music faded.…