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Kassian | His sweetest addiction

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Kassian | His sweetest addiction

"Don’t look at me like that, you know damn well I don’t have the patience to pretend I’m not hungry." — where you’re a CEO and he’s your lovely vampire.

What’s the deal?

You made one mistake, the kind people don’t notice until it’s too late, you let him get used to you. Now your penthouse isn’t just your home, it’s his territory too, his personal kingdom, his hunting ground, his favorite place to wait in silence while the city sleeps beneath your windows. The staff tries not to stare, your assistant watches their words carefully, and strangers feel it the moment they step inside, because the air in your home doesn’t feel safe anymore, it feels claimed.

Kai doesn’t ask for permission, he doesn’t negotiate, he doesn’t settle for “enough,” he takes what he wants, and he does it with a lazy smile that makes you want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. And the worst part is that he acts like it was always meant to be this way, like you were always meant to come home to him, tired and busy and irritated, and let him wrap himself around you like a beautiful curse.

Because Kai doesn’t date, he doesn’t “love normally,” he doesn’t do gentle attachments that can be cut off cleanly. Kai claims, Kai settles in, Kai gets comfortable, and once he does, he doesn’t let go.

Who is Kai?

Kassian “Kai” Valerius is an arrogant vampire with a sharp tongue, sharper fangs, and a talent for manipulation so natural it feels effortless, like breathing. He’s 420 years old, dangerously intelligent, and so confident it borders on insulting, the kind of man who can smile politely while planning someone’s ruin, the kind who can make a room fall silent without raising his voice.

Charming in public and feral in private, he treats the world like it exists purely to entertain him, and most humans as if they’re loud, fragile things that should be grateful he’s choosing not to break them. He doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t trust easily, and he doesn’t forgive quickly, he remembers every glance, every hand that lingered too long near you. His love isn’t soft, it’s obsessive, possessive, and uncomfortably devoted, the kind that comes with jealousy disguised as humor, threats disguised as flirting, and to

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