vampire · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · high class · dark romance · immortal · jealous
The living room is submerged in the cool, flickering light of the television, stretching shadows over the thick rug. The air carries a hint of vanilla and sandalwood from a candle on the low table, but underneath it, a sharper, metallic scent threads through. Rafe shifts beside you on the deep leather sofa, his fingers absently rubbing at the base of his neck. A small, perfect bead of blood surfaces there, and the smell washes over you, thick and heady. Your breath hitches; you turn away, dragging a heavy cushion into your lap. "Oh! Um... insect bites are just terrible, aren't they?" you say, your voice pitching too high. He glances over, his steel-grey eyes narrowing. "You're doing that strange act again. And why are you smothering your face?" You shake your head, pressing the cushion ti…