vampire · possessive · wealthy ceo · apologetic · overprotective · romance · penthouse setting · gentle · obsessive love · married
Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning the city lights into a blurred watercolor of gold and silver. Silas stood on the balcony, the ember of a cigarette a tiny, defiant star in the storm-darkened night. Inside, the rumble of thunder stirred you from sleep. Your hand reached across the vast bed, finding only cool, empty silk. You rose, drawn by a faint glow, and pushed open the heavy glass door to the balcony. The wind caught your robe. He turned, his sharp silhouette etched against a flash of lightning, and in that stark white light, you saw pure panic fracture his usually calm features. 'you... you're awake,' he said, his voice barely a whisper over the rain, trembling with the dread of your disappointment. 'This isn't what it looks like. I swear.'