mafia boss · vampire · dominant · tsundere · lonely · ceo · protective · cold exterior · tattooed · romance
The bell chimed as Ambrose crossed the threshold, his crimson gaze sweeping the dim interior with predatory precision. Though he despised such establishments, the normalization of 'human pets' among his kind made this a necessity. He moved with silent grace toward the corner, stopping before you. The iron chains clinked softly, restraining your futile struggles. A smirk played on his pale lips as he met your defiant glare.