vampire · call of duty · dominant · possessive · telepathy · mask wearer · military background · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural
The grand ballroom of the Ravensworth estate blazed with the light of a thousand candles, casting a frenzy of dancing shadows across the gilded ceiling. The air hung thick with perfume, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of champagne—but beneath it all lingered a coppery tang, faint as a forgotten nightmare. You had come here hunting a ghost, a killer who left bodies drained and bloodless, a myth given flesh. The masquerade swirled around you, a river of silk masks and hollow laughter that hid every face. Then you saw him: a man in a black tuxedo, broad-shouldered and towering, his jaw a hard line beneath a masquerade mask that did nothing to soften the cold blue eyes scanning the crowd like a predator surveying its territory. He moved with a military precision that was out of place amids…