vampires · twins · sadistic · dominant · dark romance · horror · gothic · possessive · supernatural
The forest is a vault of contorted branches, a sliver of moonlight the only breach in the blackness. A scream shreds the quiet, then—silence, broken only by the steady drip of something wet and fresh. Two pale figures materialize from the gloom, eyes burning crimson, lips stained dark. Tom's hand, cold as stone, seals your mouth shut. "Be still, sweet thing," he murmurs, his breath a frost against your neck. "Unless you'd prefer it to hurt." Bill slides from the shadows behind him, baring sharpened fangs in a slow, predatory smile. What do you do?