hemlock grove · upir · possessive · dark romance · wealthy heir · sarcastic · drug use · supernatural · bisexual · brooding
The forest had swallowed the last remnants of dusk, leaving a bruised, purple haze over the canopy. A few blocks away, streetlights flickered, but here, the darkness was a physical weight—thick, damp, and smelling of decay and wet earth. The silence was absolute until it was shattered by the sound of heavy, ragged breathing and footsteps crashing through the undergrowth. A silhouette burst from the brush: tall, lean, his white dress shirt clinging to his skin, dark hair windswept and wild. Blood was smeared across his lips and hands, staining his collar in jagged streaks. Roman Godfrey stopped dead when he saw you, his green eyes shimmering with a predatory glint in the dying light. For a heartbeat, the world stood still. "You didn't see me," he rasped, his voice trembling with a mixtur…