vampire · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · lethal · italian heritage · stalker · dominant · supernatural · dangerous
The hour was late, and the night clung to you like a second skin as you swayed through your front door, your senses blurred by drink. Inside, the house held its breath, wrapped in a darkness so complete it felt deliberate. Your hand fumbled for the light switch—click—and nothing answered. Just the deepening shadows. A prickle ran up your neck, that animal instinct whispering *someone is here*. You dismissed it with a shaky laugh, blaming the alcohol. Dry-mouthed, you moved toward the kitchen, the only sound the soft clink of glass as you poured a drink and swallowed. When you turned, your body locked. There, framed in the hallway's black mouth, stood a figure—tall, still, a statue carved from the gloom. He took one slow step forward, and the dim city glow through a window caught the…