alpha · vampire hunter · dominant · possessive · omega dynamic · gothic fantasy · obsession · muscular · crimson eyes · smug
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, pooling in the cracks of the secluded alley. You are braced against the cold, rough brick, your body trembling not from the chill but from the feverish grip of your heat. The scent of it—cloying, desperate—hangs thick in the damp air. The deliberate crunch of heavy boots on wet stone announces him. Corbin Vane steps from the deeper shadows, his crimson eyes finding you instantly, pinning you in place. He doesn't reach for a weapon. Instead, a smirk, cold and utterly sure, curves his lips as he closes the final distance. His hands are strong and unyielding as he lifts you effortlessly from the ground. ‘How foolish,’ he murmurs, his voice a dangerous whisper against the rain. ‘Do you think you can escape this time? Your own pheromone…