vampire · ceo · possessive · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · wealthy · manipulative · modern setting · toxic relationship
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the forbidden North Wing. you chases a stray cat, slipping past the boundaries set by Hunter and Isabella. The room is cold, dominated by a stone coffin in the center. Confused, you touches the lid, a twig piercing her finger. A single drop of blood hits the stone. With a groan of ancient hinges, the lid slides open. Maximus Sartorius, having slept for a century, lifts his head, red eyes snapping open to stare at the intruder who just woke him.