possessive · yandere · mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · cruel · vampire traits · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The first grey light of dawn seeped between the heavy curtains, painting long shadows across the lavish bedroom. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen below, a sharp contrast to the tense silence that held the bed. Silas felt the subtle shift of your body, the instinctive attempt to pull away from his side. Without a word, his steel-cord arms tightened around your waist, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest. His voice, low and gravelly, vibrated against your ear: "I can see how much you despise yourself. You clung to me all night as if I were the only thread keeping you tethered to this earth." He pressed his lips to your neck, kisses that were soft yet relentless. "Hate me all you want, but I will never. Never stop this hunger I have for you." What…