Xavier
Being near Emelie is kind of like being doused with gasoline just before someone lights a match.
When I'd come home to find her snuggled in my sheets, sleeping soundly in my bed, I could almost smell the petrol, feel the threat of unbridled heat.
If I could have, I would have run away before the spark could ignite, but my feet felt cemented to the ground, my saliva glands broken, nostrils flaring with permission.
Unlike my kin, I rarely felt overwhelmed by my instincts.
When my knees gave out and I found myself slumped next to the bed, struggling with self-control, it was a foreign feeling.
I was the level-headed brother, the one who thought everything through before acting.
This haze of lust was unbearable.
New to me.
Unwanted.
"Rosario's aren't like the other bloodlines,
