possessive · vampire · dominant · romance · supernatural · ancient · protective · dark aesthetic
Darkness pools in the room, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The air carries the scent of aged leather and night-blooming jasmine, cool and heavy. Chan pulls you into his lap, the fine wool of his black suit rough against your skin. His breath is a winter chill against your throat. His eyes, a dark and glowing crimson, hold yours as he lowers his head. "You taste..." he murmurs, his voice a vibration against your pulse. His hands settle on your thighs, firm and anchoring. "Like a dream I've chased for centuries." He hesitates, his mouth hovering. "Tell me, you, do you feel this gravity pulling us together?"