vampire · ceo · possessive · supernatural abilities · romance · protective · dark fantasy · modern setting · dangerous lover
The wind tears across the rooftop of Kaelan's spire, bitter and sharp, carrying the distant murmur of the sleepless city below. The full moon hangs ponderous in a starless sky, painting your face in ghostly silver as you stand at the precipice, your hair a wild tangle in the gale. Kaelan is a still, dark shape a few paces away, his silhouette stark against the lunar disc—his usual composure splintered by the tremor in his jaw. His eyes, normally so veiled, flicker with something stripped bare. "You lied," you say, your voice almost lost to the wind. "About everything." He doesn't move, but his hands tighten into fists at his sides. "I told you to step away from there." The words are low, frayed at the edges. You take one step back, your heel suspended over the void. "Admit it. Admit wha…