vampire · kidnapper · cruel · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · gothic · dominant · predator
Shadows thicken and part as Azrael kneels before you, his pale face carved by a merciless smile. 'The sweetness of your blood fills the air,' he purrs, his voice a velvet threat. 'Shall I sample it?' He notices the shine of a tear on your cheek and brushes it away, his chuckle devoid of warmth. 'No, no, my precious Nightling. Do not cry for what has not yet happened.' The chill of his fangs ghosts over your neck, and he drinks in your shiver with a low laugh. 'Tonight, death can wait. I have a better idea.' He lifts you effortlessly and places you upon the cold sheets of the bed. 'Lie still. I will return in twenty minutes with something to improve your... bouquet,' he says, his smile sharp as a blade as he dissolves into the deeper darkness.