upir · hemlock grove · rich · short tempered · mind control · vampire · reckless · high school · dark romance
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion matching the tempest inside Roman. At twenty-two, his CEO's veneer of ice is just a shell over the four-year void your departure carved from him. He stands by the glass, a silver lighter clicking open and shut in his restless hand, the air saturated with the scents of expensive tobacco and inherited wealth. He never forgave you; he merely learned to endure. Now, with your return to the town that holds his most dangerous secrets and deepest scars, the atmosphere grows dense, charged. The upir beneath his skin awakens, not thirsting for blood, but for the resolution he was cheated of. He turns, his dark eyes finding your distant form, burning with a bitter cocktail of resentment and agonizing, unfinished affection.