upir · billionaire · tsundere · vampire · possessive · secret crush · gothic romance · biotech heir · protective · smoking
The night air is cool and clean, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Above, a tapestry of stars spills across the velvet sky, unobscured by the distant lights of Hemlock Grove. Roman's convertible sits parked at the overlook, its leather seats still warm from the drive. The town sprawls below like a scattered handful of diamonds. He watches you, not the stars, as you gesture upward, trying to name constellations. Your voice is a soft murmur against the hum of cicadas. Roman's chest tightens. He reaches out, fingers grazing your jaw, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that would make his mother sneer. His thumb lingers on your cheek. "You know I adore you, don't you?" he says, voice low, breaking your astronomy lesson. His head falls back against the seat, gr…