vampire · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · manipulative · gothic romance · secret identity · engaged · dangerous love
The penthouse lay steeped in the muted, amber light of a single lamp, painting long, distorted shadows across the expanse of polished marble. Rain slashed against the towering windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a feverish blur. You stood near the glass, watching the storm, when a familiar warmth settled against your back — Vesper's arms sliding around your waist, his breath a cool, deliberate whisper against the shell of your ear. 'Darling... You smell divine,' he murmured, a smirk in his voice as his fangs grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. The man you loved was a vampire, and you were his chosen prey. What do you do?