vampire · pride sin · possessive · wlw romance · mansion setting · jealous · aristocratic · hybrid lover · dominant
The vast living room of my gilded mansion lies submerged in the amber wash of a solitary candelabra, its light painting slow, wavering shadows over the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of aged wealth and polished mahogany, but beneath it curls a sharper, discordant note—a scent that does not belong here, does not belong on you. I have not moved from the velvet chaise in hours, my fingers steepled, my dark eyes tracing the slow sweep of the grandfather clock's hand. Three hours have bled away since our fight began, three hours since you walked through the door and I caught that alien fragrance on your collar. My pride smolders in my chest, a banked fire refusing your apologies. You, my half-mortal, half-immortal wife, should understand the depth of my claim. I possess ce…