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Crimson Eyes

Crimson Eyes

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Elias is lost-haunted by a past he can't escape and desperate for something real in a world that's forgotten him. One fateful night, a mysterious club and a pair of burning crimson eyes change everything. Lucien is ancient, dangerous, and devastatingly beautiful. A vampire bound by laws and shadows, he's sworn never to love again. But when Elias walks into his world, desire threatens to consume them both. Drawn into a dark romance of blood, obsession, and forbidden longing, Elias finds himself craving more than just Lucien's touch-he wants his soul. But in the vampire underworld, love comes at a deadly price.

Chapter 1 A Heartbeat in the Dark

Rain clung to the city like a curse, painting every surface in wet neon. Elias stood on the edge of the sidewalk, watching cars hiss through the streets like restless ghosts. His reflection shimmered in a puddle at his feet-tired eyes, hollow cheeks, a stranger with familiar skin.

He pulled his hood tighter, the fabric soaked through, clinging to the curve of his neck. Another night, another aimless walk to nowhere. He had no destination. He just couldn't stay home anymore. That apartment-too quiet, too full of memories he didn't want.

Then he saw it.

A red glow pulsed from a narrow alley, hidden between two shuttered storefronts. A sign flickered above the entrance: NOCTURNE. No sound escaped from it, but something in his chest fluttered, like a moth drawn to flame.

He shouldn't.

He went anyway.

The bouncer, a silent giant in black leather, didn't ask for ID. He just stared into Elias's eyes-too long, too deep-and then stepped aside. The door creaked open, and the world changed.

Heat hit him first. Then the scent: sweat, leather, wine, blood. Music throbbed beneath the floorboards, bass deep enough to vibrate his bones. Shadows danced in crimson light, brushing skin on skin. Men and women intertwined-slow, slick, lost in each other. No shame. No rules.

Elias's breath caught in his throat.

He didn't belong here.

But someone was watching him.

He felt it-before he saw him. A presence in the crowd. Unmoving. Electric. Elias turned his head, and there he was.

A man-or something more-leaning against the bar with a glass of red wine that looked too thick, too dark. He didn't blink. Didn't move. Just stared, as if Elias were the only thing in the room.

Eyes like fire. No-crimson.

Time stopped.

Elias took a step forward. Then another. Drawn like gravity. He couldn't speak. Could barely breathe.

The man smiled-slow, knowing, dangerous.

"Come here," he said, voice velvet-soft and deep. "You're late."

Elias's heartbeat thudded in his ears as he moved toward the man, each step echoing like a drumbeat in the dim, seductive haze of Nocturne. The air seemed to bend around him, heavy with something unspoken. Lust. Power. Hunger.

He reached the bar, still not sure if his legs had moved or if he'd been drawn like smoke into Lucien's gravity.

The man-this stranger-watched him with that crimson gaze, full of secrets and centuries. His features were flawless, almost inhuman: sharp cheekbones, lips like sin, skin so pale it nearly glowed under the red light. His black shirt clung to him like it envied the skin it covered.

Elias opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The stranger chuckled softly. It sent a thrill down Elias's spine. "You're trembling," he said, setting down his glass with a delicate clink. "That's good. It means you can still feel."

His voice was rich and slow, like molasses laced with danger.

"I-" Elias finally managed. "I don't even know your name."

"You don't need it yet," the man murmured, stepping closer. He smelled like sandalwood, smoke, and something darker. "Names have power, and I don't want you to be afraid of me... not yet."

Elias swallowed hard. His mouth was dry. His body was warm, too warm.

The man's fingers reached out, brushing the edge of Elias's damp hoodie, then the skin of his neck. Cold. Silken. Careful.

"I saw you outside," he whispered, eyes locked on Elias's throat like he could see the blood pulsing beneath it. "You don't belong to this world."

Elias shivered, but didn't pull away. "What world is this?"

The man leaned in, his lips nearly brushing Elias's ear. "The one that lives after midnight... where people stop pretending they don't want to be touched."

The crowd blurred. The music faded. There was only this moment, this man, and the unbearable tension building in Elias's chest.

"I should go," Elias said, though his body didn't move.

"You won't," came the calm reply. "You came here because something inside you is starving. And I-" the man smiled, slow and devastating, "-I can feed it."

Then he kissed Elias's hand.

Not his lips. Not his neck. Just the inside of his wrist, where the skin was soft, where the blood was close to the surface.

It shouldn't have felt erotic. It did.

Fire raced up Elias's arm, settling low in his belly.

"What's your name?" the man asked now, as if offering his first piece of mercy.

"...Elias."

The man tasted it silently. Then, with a gleam in those crimson eyes, he finally answered.

"Lucien."

Lucien's name lingered in the space between them like smoke-thick, intoxicating. Elias didn't realize he was holding his breath until Lucien stepped back, releasing him from the spell of his presence.

"Come," Lucien said, not asking. Commanding.

He turned and walked toward a velvet-draped hallway near the back of the club. Elias hesitated. He should have left. Every instinct screamed it. But his feet moved anyway-obedient to a need he didn't understand.

The hallway was narrow, lit by flickering candles. The music dulled behind them, swallowed by the silence ahead. Elias followed Lucien to a private room-dark, plush, decadent. The air was thicker here, laced with something sweet and metallic.

Lucien gestured for Elias to sit on the chaise lounge. He obeyed, heart hammering.

"I don't bring many here," Lucien said, circling him slowly like a predator sizing up prey. "You're different."

Elias laughed nervously. "That's what they all say."

Lucien stopped. His eyes darkened.

"No. Not like this." He leaned down, inches from Elias's face. "You feel it, don't you? That pull between us."

Elias nodded, breath shallow. "What...

what is it?"

Lucien smiled. It was both beautiful and terrifying.

"Hunger," he whispered. "Yours and mine."

Then he brushed his fingers down Elias's neck again-soft, deliberate. Elias shivered, his pulse quickening beneath the cold touch.

"I won't take what you don't offer," Lucien said, voice low, sensual. "But make no mistake-once you give it... there's no going back."

Elias met his gaze, heart in his throat. "Then take it."

Lucien's smile widened-fangs just barely visible.

"As you wish."

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