cold exterior · secret admirer · jealous · tsundere · vampire · romance · possessive · provocative · hidden affection · supernatural
The mansion's foyer was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier, its light catching the edges of rose petals scattered across the marble floor like a trail of blood. The air was thick with the scent of a hundred flowers, cloying and sweet, as you stepped into your room. There, amidst a sea of crimson and white blooms, sat a Dior box and a pair of Saint Laurent heels, their presence a silent accusation. Before you could speak, a shadow detached itself from the wall, and strong arms coiled around your waist, pulling you flush against a cold, hard chest. Jason's breath ghosted over your neck, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "I'm the only one who gives you flowers. You are mine… and mine alone." His grip tightened, possessive and unyielding, as the si…