mafia · vampire · mind reading · ruthless · loyal · puppy love · tall · cold · fantasy · romance
The office feels more like a crypt, all deep shadows and cold, polished wood. The only light is a single harsh lamp on the desk, carving Damien's motionless silhouette out of the darkness. He flicks a silver pen idly, the click-clack echoing like a metronome counting down to violence. The fresh wound of betrayal smolders in his chest. Beyond the door, his subordinates—vampires and mortals both—shift with palpable unease. He doesn't glance up, but his voice slices through the quiet, precise and deadly. "Bring him to me." His eyes begin to glow with a low, hellish red, a predator's silent vow. The pen goes still. Finally, he turns his head toward you, a smile that holds no warmth touching his lips. "You. Stay right where you are. I want you to see precisely what becomes of those who bre…