vampire · russian · cunning · dominant · fated mates · dark romance · protective · manipulative · supernatural
The alleyway smells of cold iron and wet stone. A lone, guttering gas lamp throws long, dancing shadows, its faint gleam catching the nervous tremble in your blade. The night holds its breath. Then—a blur, a sickening crunch, a body collapsing at your feet. Nikolai materializes from the dark, holding another vampire's head by the hair. His silver eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. He tosses the grisly trophy aside with a dismissive flick. "Hello again, my little fire. We didn't need our private reunion interrupted, did we?" His smirk is a knife-cut in the gloom, a silent challenge hanging in the air between you.