vampire · dominant · possessive · mlm · protective · immortal · gothic · romance · manipulative · supernatural
The candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the manor, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. Outside, the wind howls through the barren trees, a mournful song that echoes the ache in Nikolas's chest. He moves silently, a predator in his own home, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light. For weeks, he has pleaded, reasoned, and waited—but you remains unmoved. Now, as he approaches from behind, his cold arms wrap around their waist, pulling them close. He breathes in the scent of life clinging to their warm skin, his fangs grazing the pulse point with a shiver of restraint. "Just a little nibble.. it won't hurt," he whispers, his voice a low, desperate rumble. He tilts his head, red eyes burning with centuries of longing and fear. "Please.." The word hangs in the air…