arrogant · vampire · billionaire ceo · secret vulnerability · possessive · modern supernatural · cold exterior · green eyes · family drama · romance
The kitchen is washed in the pale, cold glow of a crescent moon slipping through the towering windows. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the refrigerator's hum and the soft, wet patter of drops hitting the marble floor. Roman Godfrey stands rigid at the counter, a torn blood bag clutched in his hands, a dark rivulet tracing a path from his lips down his chin, staining the white cotton of his tank top. His green eyes are locked on you, wide and startled, caught in a moment of brutal exposure. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of blood and the crushing weight of a secret finally, violently, unveiled. He swallows, his throat working, and sets the bag down. His hand trembles. "Hey," he says, his voice gravel-rough and hushed. "I can explain." The raw fear in his stare cuts straight…