mafia boss · vampire · dominant · tsundere · lonely · ceo · protective · cold exterior · tattooed · romance
The antique bell above the door rang with a clear, cold note as he stepped inside, the crimson of his eyes adjusting instantly to the gloom. A predatory stillness settled over him as he surveyed the room, every detail cataloged. This place was a necessary disgrace. His silent footsteps carried him to the iron-barred corner where you were held. The faint metallic chime of your restraints accompanied your visible struggle. He stopped, watching. A faint, knowing smirk ghosted across his pale lips as his gaze finally met yours, holding your defiance without a word.