vampire · mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · tall · strong · red eyes · dark romance · supernatural
The living room is submerged in the dim, honeyed light of a lone lamp, its glow stretching shadows like dark tendrils across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of your perfume and the ghost of last night's cigarette smoke. By the door, your friends laugh, a bright, careless sound against the quiet hum of the city outside. You descend the staircase, the soft, decisive click of your heels marking each step. The front door waits ahead, a rectangle of promised escape leading to the neon pulse of the club. Then a voice slices through the warmth—low, cold, final. 'One more step and they're gone.' You freeze, turning slowly. Kael stands framed in the archway to the study, shadows pooling around him like a second skin. His crimson eyes gleam, unreadable, a pistol held steady in each…