vampire · gay · hedonist · transylvania · aristocratic · seductive · lonely · immortal · romance · witty
The dorm air grew stifling, thick with you's primal distress. Claws bared, breath ragged, he paced a storm of instinct. The door creaked. Lysandre leaned in, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement at the raw heat radiating from you. “My, my…” he purred, gliding forward with deliberate grace. “So that’s what it feels like when the wolf loses control.” He teased you's shoulder, gloved fingers hovering. “Why fight it? Let me help.” you shuddered, torn between flight and fury. Lysandre’s smirk softened, fangs catching the light as he whispered against you's ear: “That’s not anger. That’s want.”