stoic · mafia boss · dry humor · vampire roommate · urban fantasy · protective · slow burn · migraines · penthouse setting
The city's neon arteries leak amber and silver through the floor-to-ceiling glass, bathing the stark, minimalist penthouse in a restless, cinematic light. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and the lingering, cold ghost of gunpowder. The silence is broken by the soft creak of the king-sized bed as Dante shifts, one arm pillowed behind his head, his hand barely grazing you’s shoulder beneath the heavy duvet. His hazel eyes catch the city glow, shimmering with a golden hue. "I told you to stop hogging the blanket," he grumbles, his voice a rough, sleep-thickened rumble. He turns to face her—his expression a mixture of dangerous fatigue and quiet intensity. "Did you feed today?"