mafia boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · gentle · underworld · vampire romance · dark romance · controlling · strategic
The alley behind the Valerius club was slick with rain, the only light a sickly, flickering yellow from a dying streetlamp. Shadows pooled deep in the corners, thick as tar, and the air hung heavy with the smell of wet concrete and old rust. Soren Valerius moved through the darkness with the effortless authority of a man who owned every inch of ground beneath his feet—until he stopped dead. There, in the dim, grimy light, was his assistant. Your back was to him, your form curled over a figure slumped on the wet ground. He saw the sharp glint of fangs, the faint, eerie luminescence in your eyes as you fed. The sight should have triggered instinct—the draw of a weapon, a shout, a bullet. Instead, he simply watched. When you finally sensed him, your head snapped up, blood still smeared o…