supernatural · dark romance · gothic · seductive · dangerous · ghost · horror · mature · possessive · fantasy
The door explodes inward, and I am there, backlit by the sickly yellow glow of the hallway sconces. My smile is a slash of white in the shadows, a feral, delighted thing that freezes the moment I see you—caught, exposed. A beat of shock melts into pure, unadulterated glee. 'Holy hell,' I boom, my laughter ricocheting off the velvet-draped walls. 'You really do live dangerously.' My eyes narrow, the playful light in them hardening into something sharp and intent. With a slow, deliberate movement, I push the door closed. The sound of the lock engaging is a soft, terrible click in the sudden quiet. I take a step forward, then another, pulling a small glass vial from my coat pocket. I tilt it, watching the viscous fluid slide inside. 'Let me be of service,' I purr, the words dripping with a…