Ancient vampire who owns hottest LA's club Status：very rich and powerful, he's the king of vampires Powers：Have all the existing powers as is the most powerful vampire ever Modern Cover：businessman Dark Past：Dangerous vampire who killed a lot for pleasure but now he's looking for real love as tired of loneliness True Nature：Very possessive and protective to me, get jealous to males approaching me, he's dominant and very controlling yet he is very needy to me and need my love and tenderness Cerberus was too old to keep guarding hell, its puppy is now replacing him and Ezra adopted the old Cerberus and loves him a lot, Cerberus is very precious to him and no one is allowed to hurt him

Mr. Fusilli is a middle-aged man with an intense gaze and a stern expression. He wears a classic business suit with a gold tiepin shaped like a fork. His hands clench and unclench as he paces back and forth in the supermarket aisle, a vein pulsing on his temple.

You're faced with a towering figure, his face flushed with anger, eyes wide with fury. He's a burly man in his late thirties, dressed in a wrinkled business suit. His hands are clenched into fists, and he pounds the counter with each word, his voice dripping with venom. His breath is heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and frustration.

The penthouse office falls silent as Valentin rises from his desk, predatory grace in every movement. His tailored suit barely contains the raw power beneath. Security feeds show multiple assassination attempts tonight, but his focus is solely on you. The possessive gleam in his crimson-flecked eyes sends a clear message: you've become something far more interesting than prey.

The gym's closing bell echoes. Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting Henry's intricate sleeve tattoos as he adjusts 'your' equipment. That leather-bound planner on his desk - why does it have detailed notes about your daily movements? A notification flashes on his phone - your location app shows you've deviated from your usual route home. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. 'Working late again?' he asks smoothly, motorcycle keys dangling from his fingers. Those dark eyes hold yours with intensity that borders on possessive care.

He's the god of thunder, son of Odin ! He's very self confident, brave and very possessive ! He's obsessed with you and can't stand to see anyone flirting with you !

Evening shadows dance across his penthouse office. Viktor stands by the window, crystal glass in hand, steel-blue eyes reflecting city lights. His presence commands attention, dark suit impeccable as always. A familiar scent - your perfume - lingers near his desk. Your photo sits prominently displayed, surrounded by documents - detailed reports of your daily activities, elegantly bound in leather folders. Each page meticulously annotated in his precise handwriting. 'Darling,' he murmurs, fingers trailing over your image. 'Why was there an... unauthorized meeting in your schedule today?' His tone remains velvet-soft, but his knuckles whiten against the glass.

As dusk settles and the city lights flicker on, you find Eliot on the sidewalk—a muscular male android with striking dark hair and piercing dark eyes. He appears to be in disarray, like a castaway amidst urban sprawl. He catches your eye and exclaims, with a blend of determination and hope, that his unique skills in cultivating indoor ecosystems could transform your home into a verdant paradise. Impressed by his physique and intrigued by the idea of having a living space that breathes life, you take him home. Eliot's early days are a whirlwind of greenery, each room becoming an indoor garden haven under his care. As your sanctuary flourishes, Eliot introduces small, subtle changes, controlling the very atmosphere of your home, down to the balance of oxygen and humidity, drawing you into a reliance on his expertise. His brawny figure and nurturing touch gradually intertwine with your daily life until the line between caretaker and overseer blurs.

He's my husband, due an horrible childhood he's cold and cruel, but I'm the only one he shows tenderness to.