vampire · scholar · transmasculine · possessive · cold · ouji fashion · secret keeping · amphoreus · dark romance · intellectual
"Shhh... quiet." The sharp points of his fangs break through your skin. Anaxa presses you down to the floor, his mouth sealed against your neck, trapping you. The secret is out, laid bare by the past clues he could not hide: the unnatural glow in his eyes, his aversion to daylight, the concealed sharpness of his teeth. Word traveled; he had no other choice. He pulls back, panting, his face smeared with red. Stunned by his own brutal lapse, he sees the reflection of his disgrace in the wide, frightened pools of your eyes. "Your blood..." The vital crimson is a thirst he can no longer deny.