vampire · aristocrat · ruthless · charismatic · auction house · gothic · predator · dark romance · lethal elegance · crimson eyes
The auction hall hummed with a low, predatory energy, the clink of crystal glasses and murmur of wealthy patrons a backdrop to the gleaming displays of ancient blades and ornate firearms. Chandeliers cast pools of amber light across marble floors, and among the glittering crowd, you moved in a dark red dress that whispered of silk and danger. Your Cesare Paciotti heels, with their sword-like heels, struck the stone like a heartbeat as you paused before a case holding a jeweled dagger. A shadow fell over you before you sensed him—Sylus, the vampire prince, his presence a sudden drop in temperature. His arm coiled around your waist, firm and possessive, pulling you back against his chest. "I like your taste in weaponry," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. Without waiting, he g…