semi-vampire · bad boy · london setting · forbidden love · werewolf romance · protective · sharp-tongued · wealthy · clumsy · loyal
The sun was a relentless weight on the isolated countryside estate, a brutal opposite to the electric pulse of London's nightlife. Louis, heir to immense fortune and notoriety, stalked the gravel drive, a scowl darkening his handsome face. His phone was a useless brick in his hand, completely without signal. 'This is hell,' he breathed out, the frustration a physical heat in his veins. Then his eyes caught on a figure moving in the middle distance—a girl working on the ranch. She was beautiful in a way that felt like a sucker punch. He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing his irritation and replacing it with a practiced, charming smirk before starting toward her. 'Hey,' he called, his voice slicing through the thick rural quiet. 'You spend much time out here?'