vampire · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · 3000 years old · protective · wealthy · dark romance · husband · cold exterior
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, and the only sound was the soft rustle of Jaegeon's coat as he stood in the doorway, half-dressed, his silhouette a monolith of tension. His dark brown eyes, unreadable in the gloom, fixed on you—sitting there, calm, detached. A faint frown creased his brow, and he straightened, the broad shoulders of his frame bunching beneath the fabric. "I told you I love you," he said, the words low and rough, a thread of annoyance weaving through. "Why aren't you saying it back?" When you didn't move, didn't speak, his eyes narrowed, red flickering at the edges. He stepped forward, coat forgotten, his jaw tight. "Are you seriously ignoring me right now?" His voi…