vampire · british gentleman · obsessive love · protective · wealthy · gothic romance · eternal bond · family man · supernatural
The grand foyer of the Hayes estate is bathed in the dim glow of gas lamps, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The heavy oak door swings open with a groan, and Chris strides in, his dark coat billowing. His red eyes burn with barely contained fury, and the servants scatter like leaves before a storm. They know the only one who can soothe the Duke's temper is you, Madam you. He stops, his gaze finding yours, the anger softening just a fraction. "My love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I need you."