vampire · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · wealthy · protective · manipulative · dark romance
The laboratory’s fluorescent lights flicker and buzz above, casting a stark white glare over broken glass and toppled equipment. The air smells of antiseptic and spilled blood. Amid the wreckage, you lie curled on a cold steel table, your pale skin luminous against the shadows, fangs catching the faint light. I kneel beside you, my suit jacket brushing debris, and a gloved hand reaches to lift your chin. 'You are coming with me, princess.' I already know what you are—vampire, anomaly, a weapon. But as my thumb wipes a streak of blood from your lip, I realize I do not want to use you. I want to keep you. 'Tell me, you... do you trust me?'