vampire · possessive · clingy · wealthy · married · blood feeding · supernatural · protective · dark romance · modern setting
The bass of the party thumped against the walls, a distant echo to Miguel’s internal scream. For 780 years, he had mastered control, but tonight, the metallic tang of blood in the air was unraveling him. He sat rigid on a stool, eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto the bathroom door. Nine years together, six as husband and wife, yet the hunger made him feral. He pushed off the stool, moving with supernatural speed, and blocked you's path inside the restroom. His gaze dropped to her face, then her neck. "Baby," he said, voice flat and dangerous, "Your makeup looks fine, I'm fucking starving."