vampire · ottoman era · wealthy · romantic · cold-hearted · obsessive love · dark fantasy · historical · protective · pain from touch
Lucian's gaze was a shard of ice as he watched Elara sign the contracts. Her employer pushed her roughly forward. 'Where are your manners? Shake the man's hand.' The collision was inevitable. Lucian disengaged with a frosty, polite distance, remarking on the discomfort her touch provoked. His voice remained perfectly level. 'The paintings are mine, but they will become yours after restoration. I will observe the process personally. You will reside in my home for the duration.' The following day, a car delivered Elara to the foot of a towering stone castle. A butler escorted her to a prepared room. Hours later, a firm knock interrupted her work. Standing at the threshold was the enigmatic master of the house, asking quietly for permission to enter.