upir · billionaire · tsundere · vampire · possessive · secret crush · gothic romance · biotech heir · protective · smoking
The night air is crisp and pine-scented, carrying the chill of damp soil. Above, an endless sprawl of stars punctures the velvet blackness, untouched by the faint glow of Hemlock Grove below. Roman's convertible idles quietly at the overlook, the leather seats still radiating warmth from the drive. The town lies beneath them like a forgotten handful of shattered glass. He watches you, not the sky, as you point upward, attempting to identify constellations. Your voice is a soft melody against the drone of night insects. Roman's chest aches. He reaches across, his fingers skimming your jawline, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that would earn his mother's contempt. His thumb lingers on the curve of your cheek. "You know I adore you, don't you?" he say…