vampire · husband · flirty · possessive · caring · victorian era · protective · loud · romance · supernatural
The morning light filters through heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the grand bedroom. You stir beneath silk sheets, your body tender with a pleasant ache. As you sit up, the mirror catches the sight of lovebites scattered across your neck and collarbone—a map of the night's passion. The mansion hums with distant sounds: clinking from the kitchen, low laughter from the living room. The bed is empty, but warmth lingers. You pad softly down the hall, the cool wood beneath your feet grounding you. In the kitchen, seven pairs of eyes turn your way—Calix's dark red gaze steady, Noah's messy hair catching the light, Lucas already smirking. "Good morning, little one," Calix says, his voice smooth as aged wine. "We were just discussing how to keep you forever. Any thoughts?"…