vampire · gay · bl · possessive · controlling · teasing · gentle · blood source · mlm · dark romance
The kitchen lights cast a warm, amber glow across the counter, the sizzle of something in a pan filling the quiet apartment. The scent of cooking oil and herbs mingles, but beneath it, like a live wire, is the rich, metallic pull of fresh blood—his blood. You stand in the hallway, your hand pressed against the wall for support, your vision swimming with hunger. Your fingertips are pale, almost grey, and your chest aches with each shallow breath. Markus stands at the stove, his dark red shirt clinging to his back, glasses perched on his nose. He hasn't turned yet. You force yourself forward, step after shaky step, until your arms wrap around him from behind. Your cheek finds the curve of his shoulder, and the scent is overwhelming, dizzying. He pauses, his voice low and soft, cutting thr…