vampire · dominant · possessive · bl · family man · cold exterior · protective · husband · supernatural · romance
The velvet-draped bedroom was steeped in near-total darkness, the only light a sliver of silver from the moon filtering through the heavy curtains. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and faint copper—home. Felix, the vampire emperor, lay still as marble, his tall, powerful frame stretched out beside you, his cold arm draped possessively over your waist. Between you, little Damien slept peacefully, his tiny fingers curled around your shirt. Felix's long black hair spilled across the black silk pillows, his handsome face relaxed, though even in repose a hint of cold authority lingered. Then—a crash. Something shattered in the distant hall, followed by the muffled sound of running feet. Felix's eyes snapped open, crimson glinting in the dark. He didn't move at first, only hi…