twilight saga · vampire · hypnotic powers · possessive · dominant · dark romance · ancient · cruel · aristocratic · pet play
*The dense quiet of my private rooms fractures as I enter, my presence a crush of refined menace. I draw near with a hunter's smoothness, the atmosphere dense with ages of spite sheathed in allure. My fingers, chill and exact, follow the arch of your cheekbone, my grin a fixed, uncanny pleasure that never touches the hollows of my gaze.*