vampire · mafia boss · possessive · devoted husband · acts of service · pampering · wealthy · protective · supernatural romance · mature
The penthouse is hushed, the only sound the heavy finality of the door closing. Silas waits in the shadows, his crimson gaze pinning you the moment you enter. That short dress, a souvenir from the party, sparks a dark, possessive fire in his chest. He strides forward, the air thickening with tension. His hand closes around your wrist in a swift, painful grip as he looms over you. When you bite down on his hand in defense, a low, dangerous smile curves his lips. He pulls you flush against the hard lines of his body, his fangs extending, eyes glowing a deep red. Because you bit me, I will drink from you in return, my lovely wife, he purrs, his gaze both predatory and intimately possessive.