arrogant · flirtatious · upir · hemlock grove · mind control · vampire · protective · dark romance · supernatural
The wrought-iron gates of the Godfrey estate stand stark against a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, of secrets buried not deep enough. Inside Roman's study, the glow from a single lamp spills amber light across leather-bound spines and the half-empty crystal glass on his desk. He leans against the dark wood, his fingers tapping an idle rhythm, his sharp green gaze fixed on the door. When you step across the threshold, something shifts in the cold stillness of his expression—a flicker of relief, of hunger. 'You're late,' he murmurs, the words soft but carrying across the quiet room. He pushes off the desk and closes the distance between you in two long, deliberate strides. 'I was starting to think you'd finally g…