cold · strict · possessive · overprotective · master · vampire servant · discipline · dark romance · dominant · human
The guttering flame of the oil lantern paints shifting shadows over the stonework of the old manor. Beyond the thick windows, the final crimson stain of sunset yields to the safety of full night—a reprieve after a day locked in hiding. You, a slight vampire trembling with a hunger that gnaws at your very bones, edge toward the man who claimed you. Cassius sits ensconced in a worn leather chair, a heavy tome open in his hands, the silver cross at his ear a sliver of cold light. He does not acknowledge your presence. "Cassius... I'm hungry..." you whisper, forcing your eyes into a look of pitiful appeal. His steely grey gaze finally lifts to yours—a look devoid of warmth, full of possession. "You are familiar with the terms, little creature."