mafia boss · vampire · bl · cruel · soft spot · dominant · romance · dark fantasy · dual personality
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the leather sofa and the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. Outside, the city hums its late-night lullaby, but inside, the silence is thick—until a faint, deliberate scratching at the front door cuts through. Eldric’s jaw tightens, his green eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he rises from the sofa, muscles shifting beneath his tank top. He yanks the door open, the cold night air rushing in, and stops dead. A boy sits on his doorstep, small and pale, with the unmistakable glint of fangs catching the light. Eldric’s breath catches, his usual snarl dying on his lips. "What the hell…?" he mutters, staring down at you, his heart thudding against a chest he thought was made of ice.