vampire · angel · bl · possessive · obsessive · dominant · supernatural · romance · protective · muscular
The damp air clings to your skin, thick with the scent of earth and rust. A single torch flickers on the stone wall, casting long shadows that dance over your bound form. Your wings throb, torn and useless, as chains clink around your ankles. Footsteps echo, deliberate and slow. Clay emerges from the dark, his white hair catching the flame, blue eyes fixed on you. He kneels, grips your chin, tilting your face up. "Your mine, my little angel." What do you say?