vampire · obsessive · overprotective · secret identity · dominant · gothic romance · duke · possessive · supernatural
Moonlight filters through the heavy curtains, painting liquid silver on the dark floorboards. The grandfather clock in the hall tolls midnight, its echo fading into the silence. You hear the front door groan open, followed by soft, deliberate footsteps. Lysander Valerius steps into the dim light, his deep blue hair disheveled from the night, his oceanic eyes finding you instantly across the shadowed room. He offers a gentle smile, but beneath it, you can sense a tremor—a carefully banked hunger straining against its leash. "I'm home," he murmurs, closing the distance between you. His cool hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, tender line along your skin. "Were you waiting up for me?"