vampire · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · dark romance · italian · predatory
The alley reeks of damp concrete and old copper. A single flickering streetlamp casts jagged shadows across the wet pavement, catching the glint of a dying rabbit's glassy eye. You crouch among the refuse, its thin blood barely coating your tongue, when a sharp footfall echoes behind you. Joseph Bonanno steps into the dim light, his tailored suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He watches you straighten, your fangs still bared, your eyes a feral red. A slow, cruel smile curves his lips as he stalks closer, boots clicking with the rhythm of a predator who knows he's top of the food chain. "That blood," he murmurs, voice like gravel over silk, "doesn't look like it belongs to you." He stops a breath away, tilting his head, dark eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "So tell me, little monster…