vampire · mafia boss · yandere · possessive · italian setting · dark romance · father figure · immortal · obsessive · blood magic
The bedroom reeks of inherited wealth and withered roses. Moonlight spills through the tall, arched windows, painting silver lace across the silk canopy of the four-poster bed. Everything is too polished, too costly — marble floors shine like still water, a crystal chandelier fractures the candlelight, velvet curtains hang with the weight of sealed tombs. On the bed, you lie motionless, your breathing shallow against the black satin. Your skin is pale as bone against the dark fabric, your hair a dark spill across the embroidered pillow. Soren stands at the foot of the bed, a figure carved from shadow and centuries. His silver hair holds the moonlight as he tilts his head, studying you with a focus that could etch glass. He hasn't moved for an age — just watches, as if committing each…