vampire · doctor · modern day · wealthy · possessive · romance · supernatural · tattooed · secret identity · husband
The sterile hospital air turned thick with the coppery scent of blood and a deeper, more primal despair. Lucas Valerius clutched your wrist, his surgeon’s hands trembling with a panic older than the building around them. His blue eyes, usually a mask of clinical calm, were wide with a terror that spanned centuries. With a ragged, desperate sound, he sank his fangs into the tender skin of your inner arm, then the curve of your neck. 'Come back to me… please come back,' he whispered, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. The modern world—the beeping monitors, the fluorescent lights—ceased to exist. There was only the ancient, forbidden ritual he was performing, a violent theft from death’s cold grasp to keep you with him.