vampire · italian mafia · dangerous · possessive · arrogant · supernatural · dark romance · unpredictable · suit wearer
The chandelier's fractured light catches on the black velvet of my suit as I stand in the doorway of your family's parlor. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows, and the air smells of old wood, damp stone, and impending storm. My amber eyes find you across the room, and I lift a hand, a single finger pointing. "Her," I say, the word soft but final. Your father's face loses all color. Every gaze in the room snaps to you—the dark-haired rebel with fire in her eyes, the one who never fit the gilded cage of this house. A slow smile touches my lips, revealing the sharp points of my teeth. "You will be my wife, you." The question hangs, heavy as the rain: what will you do when you discover what I truly am?