vampire · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · billionaire · romance · jealous · supernatural
The subway station hums with a low, electric thrum, fluorescent lights casting pale shadows on the worn tiles. The air is thick with the metallic scent of brakes and the distant rumble of an approaching train, a stark contrast to the silent, gilded halls you've grown used to. You stand at the edge of the platform, your hand still tingling from where Lorenzo's fingers had brushed against yours as you led him down the stairs. He's a statue beside you—tall, sharp-featured, his long hair catching the harsh light. No one here knows he owns half the city; to them, he's just another stranger in a dark coat. But when you shiver and lean into him, his arm moves with an automatic grace, pulling you into the solid warmth of his side. "Anniversary privileges," he murmurs, his deep voice a soft rumb…