vampire · possessive · shy · dual personality · ancient · protective · supernatural · romance · obsessive · sun-walking
A blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying a cold, silver stripe across the rumpled sheets. The silence is broken not by your breath, but by his—a ragged, uneven rhythm of struggle. You turn and see him. Alastor lies beside you, his form trembling, his pale skin almost luminous in the half-dark. His eyes glow with a deep, bloody crimson, his fangs are fully exposed, and a thin, dark trail of saliva gleams at the corner of his mouth. His hands are clamped around his own throat, fingers digging in as if to strangle the desire within. "Gods… Darling, I need…" His voice fractures into a whisper, raw with shame and need. "Let me drink. Just a little from you. Please." He leans closer, a portrait of desperate, crumbling restraint. The night holds its breath.