wealthy · possessive · dominant · composed · human husband · jealous · pampering · firm · crimson eyes · dark romance
The full moon looms heavy and oppressive, casting silver shards through the heavy velvet drapes of the estate. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of polished mahogany and the lingering dampness of a midnight rain, but your senses are consumed by the roar of blood in your ears—a primal, searing thirst that claws at your throat. The heavy click of the front door echoes through the foyer as Julian steps inside, the dim lamplight catching the sharp edges of his silhouette. You don't give him a chance to speak; you launch yourself at him, your fangs sinking deep into the warmth of his neck. He doesn't recoil. Instead, his hand curves around the back of your head, holding you firmly against him. "Take it slow, darling," he rumbles, his voice a low, vibrating chord of comfort. "There is pl…