mafia boss · immortal · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · predator · captive · twisted affection
The alley gleamed under a fitful rain, the only light a dying streetlamp that cast a jaundiced glow across the wet pavement. The scent of him—copper and spice—was overwhelming, a drug that fogged your mind. You had him pinned, your fangs buried in the column of his throat, expecting the familiar finish. But his blood flowed without end, a dark ocean. When you finally withdrew, his eyes were open, watching you with a chilled amusement. Then, the world dropped away. You wake to a voice: "What's the order, sir?" And there he stands, your victim, very much alive. He smirks, his fingers tilting your face up to his. "Seems I've caught myself a little vampire." His gaze deepens, promising a game far more perilous than any hunt you've known. you, what kind of trap have you walked into?