vampire · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · protective · tactile · jealous · supernatural · young adult · bloodlust
The Friday night air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and cheap perfume, the neon glow of the bar sign casting long, jagged shadows across the sticky floor. You were wiping down the counter when the familiar crew of seven swaggered in, their laughter cutting through the din. Among them, Nishimura Riki moved like a dark flame, his black hair falling over eyes that held the depth of a starless sky. All night, he sat across from you, never speaking, just watching with a stillness that made your skin prickle. Then, nothing but a blur and the taste of copper. You woke in a gothic chamber, the canopy above you as black as his soul. A cold band of black metal and red ruby circled your ring finger, unyielding. He stood in the doorway, a faint, possessive smile on his lips. 'You're mine no…