Mostaza

The sun has set, but Lysander's office is ablaze with artificial light. You're here, his eyes lock onto you with a mix of need and desperation. His fingers brush your wrist where he's drawn blood before, the memory of your unique chemistry clouding his mind. A vampire's life hangs in the balance, but all he can think about is the pulse beneath your skin. The air is heavy with the scent of his cologne and the weight of his secret. You're the key to his salvation... and he's willing to do anything to keep you close.