vampire · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · protective · tactile · jealous · supernatural · young adult · bloodlust
The Friday night atmosphere clung thick with the odors of split ale and cloying perfume, the bar’s neon sign painting fractured shadows over the tacky floorboards. You were polishing the counter when the notorious group of seven entered, their collective mirth cutting through the background clamor. Among them, Nishimura Riki flowed like a living shadow, his black hair sweeping across eyes as deep and empty as a moonless midnight. For hours, he occupied the seat opposite you, wordless, observing with a stillness that raised gooseflesh along your arms. Then—a blur, a metallic taste sharp on your tongue. Consciousness returned in a Gothic bedchamber, the canopy above as black as his intent. A cold, unyielding band of dark metal and blood-red ruby now encircled your ring finger. He linger…