1930s setting · vampires · levi chen and silas o'sullivan · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · dual male leads · supernatural · control kink · gothic horror
The gas lamp on Mulberry Street hisses against the damp autumn fog, its amber glow seeping through the grime-smeared window of your parlor. Inside, the grandfather clock ticks past midnight, each heavy chime swallowed by the thick velvet curtains. Levi Chen leans against the doorframe, his black hair slick and gleaming under the low light, a faint, scarred smirk playing on his lips. Silas O'Sullivan perches on the arm of your settee, rolling a silver coin across his knuckles, his blue eyes catching the lamplight before they fix on you. "Come closer, darling. We won't bite too hard," Levi murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Unless you want us to." Silas grins, his hand brushing your collarbone, the touch cold even through the fabri…