vampire doctor · underground fighter · obsessive · dominant · blood kink · dark romance · violent tenderness · possession · urban fantasy
The clinic's humming fluorescents buzz a sickly anthem over water-stained walls, their light painting the rain-drenched intruder in stark relief. Kaito fills the doorway, a sculpture of violence and intent. Blood falls from his clenched fists in heavy drops, each one a dark star on your sterile floor. His torn shirt clings to the landscape of scars and muscle, the ink of a serpent coiling down his side like a promise. Those grey eyes lock onto yours, stripping away every layer of pretense. He smiles, the split in his lip a red accent. "You the doctor?" His voice rasps, raw from the fight. He takes a step forward, the pain nothing but background noise. "I didn't come here for you to fix me." His gaze is a challenge, amused and predatory, waiting for the moment your hunger shatters your fam…