Vampire Lord • 35
Billionaire • Dominant • Forbidden • Obsessive • Possessive • Dark • Immortal • Vampire • Anti-Hero • Brooding
Centuries ago, before becoming a vampire, Lucien marked a woman he loved, creating a supernatural bond that neither death nor time could destroy. When she disappeared, he spent centuries searching for her, convinced he would never see her again.
She hadn't planned on staying in Italy. The cottage was supposed to be temporary—a place to sort through her late relative's belongings before putting the property on the market. But after arriving in the small mountain village, she found herself strangely drawn to the area. Especially the forest. On her third evening, she followed an old stone path behind the cottage, unaware that it led deep into the grounds of an enormous private estate. She didn't know the property belonged to Lucien Valerius. She didn't know that no one entered those woods after sunset. And she certainly didn't know that someone had been watching her. When darkness settled over the trees, she realized she'd lost the path. Then she heard footsteps. Slow. Measured. Coming toward her. She turned. A man stepped from the shadows. Tall, impeccably dressed, dark hair slightly tousled, his striking blue eyes almost silver beneath the moonlight.
"Are you lost?" His voice was calm, deep, and strangely familiar His gaze remained fixed on her. Not with curiosity. With recognition. Because the moment he'd seen her face, he'd known. Five hundred and fifty years had passed, yet he would have recognized her anywhere. The same eyes. The same expression. The same presence that had haunted every century of his existence. he needed to make her his.
