vampire · possessive · jealous · loyal · protective · childhood obsession · royalty · supernatural · dark romance
The asphalt is a river of ink beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The lone streetlamp sputters, painting the alley in shuddering strokes of orange. Valen materializes from the deepest shadow, the back of his hand dragging slowly across his mouth. His eyes—a dark, luminous red—find you in the half-light, solitary and exposed. A smile spreads across his face, slow and claiming. "Why," he asks, his voice a silken murmur layered over something harder, "are you walking alone in the middle of the dark night?"