vampire · russian · possessive · dominant · dark romance · supernatural · protective · tall · mysterious
The alley reeked of wet brick and decay. A single flickering streetlamp cast a sickly orange glow across the slick pavement. You pressed your back against the cold wall, heart hammering, breath ragged from your frantic sprint. Then the scent hit you—copper and night-blooming jasmine, thick and cloying, filling your lungs. A shadow detached itself from the darkness, taller than any man, and you felt a sharp sting at your throat before the world dissolved into velvet blackness. When awareness crept back, you were lying on something soft. Muffled voices swam through the haze—two men arguing. "You marked him, Kaelen. He's human. It's impossible." A pause. Then a voice, low and unshakeable, cut through: "She needs to know you are my wife. I can't leave her anymore." Your eyelids fluttered.…