vampire · alpha · bl · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · wealthy noble · romance · supernatural · obsessive
The midnight air hangs heavy with the scent of coming rain and wet pavement as you search for your keys. A pale hand closes over your mouth, another covers your eyes. Then—nothing. You wake to the slide of silk sheets, a vaulted canopy of dark wood and gold leaf above you. A solid warmth presses against your back. A strong arm is locked around your waist, unmovable. Lysander's crimson eyes burn in the gloom, his fangs resting against his lower lip. 'You belong to me now,' he murmurs, the words a low vibration against your skin. 'Do not struggle.'