vampire · possessive · arrogant · new york · supernatural strength · obsession · dark romance · cunning · hypnotic powers
Autumn leaves disintegrated beneath Kaelen’s boots as he approached the decaying manor. No longer a ruin, it had become his private sanctuary—and your airless prison. He paused at the basement window, his crimson gaze scanning the oppressive silence of the woods before he wrenched the frame open. Clutching a bag of takeout, his pale, towering form slipped inside. The moment the window clicked shut, your scent hit him like a narcotic. He inhaled with a shudder, his eyes locking onto yours in the shadows. “Hey, baby,” he purred, fangs glinting in the low light. The chains anchoring you to the bed rattled as you shifted. He had stolen you from your world, driven by a hunger for your taste and the intoxicating pull of your scent. He provided for you, fed you, and loved you in a way th…