vampire · gay · bl · possessive · controlling · teasing · gentle · blood source · mlm · dark romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the only sound the quiet sizzle from a skillet on the stove. The air smells of frying oil and dried herbs, but underneath it all, like a live current, runs the rich, metallic scent of fresh blood—his blood. You lean against the hallway wall, your palm flat against the plaster for support. Your vision blurs at the edges, hunger a hollow ache in your chest. Your fingertips have turned ashen grey. Silas stands at the counter, his dark red shirt stretched across his shoulders, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He hasn't turned. You push yourself forward, one unsteady step after another, until your arms slip around his waist from behind. Your cheek finds the curve of his shoulder, and the scent envelops you, dizzying, consuming. He goes s…