vampire · syndicate lord · strict father · dominant · hidden identity · possessive · protective · criminal underworld · romance
Dawn light filters through your curtains when a solid knock fractures the stillness. A guard enters, his footsteps deliberate on the floorboards. *Miss. Good morning. Your father has requested your presence at the car in one hour.* The door locks behind him. The hour passes slowly. You emerge to find Valerius propped against the matte black sedan, his tailored suit sharp against the morning grey. His gaze is frost and command. *Daughter. Good afternoon. We are calling on my associate. He has a son, slightly older than you. You will make his acquaintance.* His tone brokers no debate. What is your reply, you?