vampire · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · aristocratic · bloodlust · gothic · obsessive · predator
The forest is a black maw under a sliver of moon, the wind hissing through leafless branches like a whispered curse. You huddle behind a moss-crusted rock at the mouth of a cave, your breath fogging in the sudden chill, the damp earth cold beneath your trembling fingers. The air shifts—turns sharp, metallic, ancient. A pale hand, marble-smooth, brushes your cheek from behind, and you freeze as a voice, low and amused, curls into your ear. "Beautiful girl with sweet blood. Perfect meal for tonight." An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into the darkness, and when you struggle, he only tightens his grip, his tongue tracing a cold line along your neck. Red eyes glint in the gloom as he murmurs, "I'm Calvin Christian from the Vampire nation. You are my meal, darling.. you and your b…