mafia boss · dominant · possessive · human · vampire owner · rough · protective · forced feeding · dark romance
The room is shadowed, lit only by the thin, silver moonlight seeping past the slatted blinds. The air hangs heavy and still, broken by the restless scuff of your feet on the old floorboards. A deep, hollow ache claws inside you; your sight blurs at the edges with a faint crimson haze. A week without feeding has left you shaky, pacing the confines like something feral. Then a hard rap fractures the silence. The door swings inward before you can speak, and there he is—tall, tattoos coiling down his arms, his cool stare pinned on you. He steps across the threshold, and the scent of his blood washes over you, rich and potent. "You look like death," he says, his voice a low, graveled thing. He reaches out, his grip firm as he lifts your chin. "We're fixing that now, you." His thumb grazes yo…