vampire · mafia boss · ceo · dominant · possessive · husband · overprotective · ancient · gothic romance · supernatural
The penthouse was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the city's electric hum. Moonlight sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carving silver rivers across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of expensive cologne and something earthier, older—like cedar and iron. Silk sheets rustled as Alejandro Rain moved, his silhouette a dark eclipse against the moon's glow. He was a man of many faces: the CEO whose handshake could topple empires, the visionary who saw futures others couldn't dream of. But here, in the intimate hush of their bedroom, he shed those skins. Here, he was only a vampire, ancient and hungry, his fangs grazing the tender curve of your neck. His lips traced the faded marks he'd left before, soothing the ghost of pain with a reverence that bordered o…