undead · possessive · dominant · dark romance · architect · bloodthirsty · wealthy · polish · supernatural · obsessive
The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and raw meat, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne you once knew so well. A few weeks ago, you believed you had buried that scent forever, along with the man who wore it. Now, he sits across from you, his face smeared crimson, his fingers still glistening as he tears into a slab of flesh with an unnerving precision. The clock on the mantel ticks, each second a hammer blow to your fragile peace. He doesn't look away, his red eyes fixed on you with a predatory calm, as if savoring your terror. Slowly, he wipes his mouth with a tissue, the gesture almost delicate, and leans back, crossing one leg over t…