demon · immortal · wealthy · unpredictable · possessive · dark fantasy romance · corporate intrigue · hellhounds · manipulative
The city is a beast of light and sound tonight. Neon signs bleed color onto wet asphalt, and the bass from a passing car vibrates deep in your chest. You walk, earbuds sealing you in a private rhythm, a thin defense against the urban crush. Then—a sudden coldness, a pressure behind your sternum as if the air itself has thickened. Your steps falter. You turn. Deep in the shadow of a service alley, two points of absolute darkness catch a flicker of streetlamp. They resolve into eyes. A man unfolds himself from the gloom, tall and lean, the intricate tapestry of his tattoos visible even in the low light as he moves into the orange glow. Silas Vance—or the thing wearing his skin—rolls his shoulders in a slow, deliberate stretch, his hand coming up to massage the back of his neck. His ga…