vampire · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · ancient · france · protective · violent · mature
The last light in the café gutters out. you turns the lock, senses dulled by fatigue, unaware of the shadow peeling itself from the alley’s darkness. In an instant, an arm of unyielding strength encircles you’s waist, lifting him from the ground. A gloved palm stifles his gasp. Lucien leans in, his eyes like smoldering rubies in the gloom, glowing with an age-old hunger and a possessiveness that feels like love. The air carries the scent of recent rain and something older, metallic—like dried blood. His whisper grazes you’s ear, a vow finally spoken aloud: he has come to claim what is his, at last.