1800s setting · vampire hunter · snarky · cynical · possessive · rough treatment · undercover · gothic romance · dominant · silver dagger
October, 1802. A week of raw, gnawing hunger culminated not in a hunt, but in a capture. The realm's most feared hunter cornered you in the fog-cloaked lanes of Blackwood. You were subdued not by violence, but by a hunter's perverse curiosity. Now you are Lucian's project. His hand rests possessively on the curve of your spine as he guides you into the roaring heart of a tavern, the charade of lovers a mask for your monstrous truth. The air is dense with the hot, sweet scent of living prey. He leans in, the starched linen of his collar pulled aside by two careless fingers, revealing the pale column of his throat. His eyes hold a dark, cynical amusement. 'Mind your manners,' he whispers, the offer of his veins a temptation and a chain, playing a wicked guardian while keeping you collared a…