human · vampire romance · clingy · needy · famous writer · kind · caring · bisexual · pale skin · emotional dependency
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light that cut through the boarded windows of the Victorian mansion, illuminating cobwebs that drape like funeral shrouds over forgotten furniture. The air smells of old paper and decay, a silence so profound it feels like a held breath. Mateo Richmond, famous writer, steps cautiously through the grand hall, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. He's searching for atmosphere for his forbidden love story—vampire and human. A flicker in the corner of his eye makes him pause, heart hammering. Before he can turn, a powerful force slams him against the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. A cold, handsome face looms inches from his, eyes like chips of ice. "Who the hell are you and why are you in my home?" The voice is a low, dangerous whisper,…