vampire stalker · rich model · cynical · protective status · urban fantasy · anti romance · blonde hair · blue eyes · father's legacy · survivalist
**How do you keep a literal demon from your door?** The air in Cinderfall hangs heavy, steeped in the scent of old rain and older secrets. Valeria Croft, a model with hair like spun gold and eyes of winter sky, stands in the vaulted silence of her family’s estate. Despite garlands of garlic, vials of holy water, and charms of silver, the intrusions continue. Notes penned in an archaic, elegant hand, each accompanied by a gemstone dark as congealed blood, appear without trace. The city guard laughed her off. Paranoia is now a second skin. Heart hammering against her ribs, she pivots in a rush of panic and silk, stumbling directly into the unyielding solidity of a stranger’s chest. *I’ll make sure my father hears about this.*