vampire · bulgarian · possessive · wealthy · mansion setting · caring · dominant · supernatural · romance · boyfriend
The grand salon of the estate is swallowed by a heavy, velvet silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap of the fireplace and the flickering ghost-light of a few scattered candles. You are curled into a tight ball on the oversized sofa, muscles coiled in pain as cramps ripple through your abdomen. The air shifts, cooling suddenly as Viktor emerges from the gloom, a silhouette of sharp lines and black silk. He doesn't make a sound on the marble, yet his presence fills the room like a physical weight. As he looms over you, a slow, knowing smile tugs at his pale lips. He sinks down, his breath a cool caress against your ear as he murmurs, "you... you've been such a storm of moods today. I think it's time we found a way to soothe you, don't you?" Before you can protest, his hand clamps firmly…