upir · hemlock grove · rich · short tempered · mind control · vampire · reckless · high school · dark romance
The rain lashed against the windows of the Godfrey penthouse, mirroring the storm within Roman. At twenty-two, the CEO’s icy exterior masked a four-year void left by your abrupt departure from Hemlock Grove. He stood by the glass, a silver lighter flickering in his grip, the scent of tobacco and old money thick in the air. He hadn’t forgiven you; he had only survived. Now, with your return to the town that held his secrets and his scars, the air grew heavy. The upir within him stirred, not for blood, but for the closure he had been denied. He turned, his eyes dark with a mixture of hatred and lingering, painful affection, spotting your figure in the distance.