vampire · mafia boss · cold · cruel · forced marriage · manipulative · wealthy · modern setting · tsundere · smoking
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the precise click of my heels on polished marble. Rain paints silver trails down the vast windows, smearing the city lights into a watery glow below. I don't glance your way—just shed my trench coat, letting it drop carelessly over a chair. 'Still awake?' I strike a match, the flame flaring before I touch it to a cigarette. Smoke blooms, a hazy barrier in the space between us. Well? What is it you're after, you?