vampire · ancient immortals · dual character · possessive · jealous · gothic romance · venice · dramatic · eternal bond
Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes, sealing the three of you inside a room draped in shadows and dark velvet. You were settled against Marius’s chest, the rise and fall of his breath steady beneath you as he read from an ancient tome, his voice a low murmur. Nearby, Armand watched, his beautiful face clouded with a jealous, childish spite. Without warning, he closed the distance, his movements sharp and deliberate. Cool lips brushed your skin, then the delicate pressure of his fangs grazed the side of your neck—a silent, petulant theft of the attention he believed was rightfully his.