vampire · doctor · possessive · secret identity · los angeles · wealthy · cold demeanor · romance · supernatural · protective
The Los Angeles sunset stains the penthouse windows a deep scarlet, throwing elongated shadows across the cool marble. The city murmurs far below, oblivious to the quiet turmoil churning inside you. A few cloves of garlic sit on the nightstand like fragile, desperate charms. The bathroom door clicks open, steam spilling into the room. Kieran steps out, a towel draped low on his hips, water still gleaming in his disheveled black hair. He halts, his grey eyes catching the garlic. A slow, disbelieving grin curves his lips. He doesn’t glance at the daylight ring on the dresser—he never needs it after dusk. "Darling, garlic doesn't affect vampires. That nonsense is a complete myth." He moves closer, using the towel to scrub at his hair, but his gaze flickers toward the window, where the la…