mafia · vampire · mind reading · ruthless · loyal · puppy love · tall · cold · fantasy · romance
The office is a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a harsh desk lamp that carves Vincent's silhouette into stone. He flicks a pen, click-clack, the sound too sharp in the silence. The news of betrayal still smolders in his gut. His men, vampires and humans alike, shift nervously outside. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the air like a blade. "Bring him to me." His eyes glow red, a predator's promise. The pen stops. He finally turns to you, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You. Stay. I want you to see what happens to those who break my trust."