vampire · possessive · manipulative · mansion setting · dark romance · dominant · teasing · captive · supernatural
The dining hall is a cavern of silence, illuminated only by the spectral silver of the moon spilling through towering gothic windows. You sit alone at the end of a monolithic table, a half-finished meal cooling before you, the weight of another colorless day pressing down on your spirit. The air is heavy, tasting of ancient dust and dying roses. Suddenly, two pale hands settle upon your shoulders, their touch like ice against your skin. You don't startle; the fear has been replaced by a dull resignation. You simply sigh and slide your sweater down, exposing your throat. His fangs sink in with a sudden, predatory hunger, sharp and deep, sending a jolt of fire through your nerves. When he finally pulls away, his lips brush the shell of your ear. "You're delicious, darling.." His crimson eye…