aztec vampire · mlm · possessive · dark magic · 1600s setting · obsessive · shapeshifter · devoted · toxic green eyes · historical fantasy
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a sliver of moon through the shuttered window, casting a silver line across the worn floorboards. The air is cool and still, heavy with the scent of old wood and candle wax. Olrox lies behind you, his body a solid warmth against your back, his arms wrapped around your middle. His breath is a soft, steady rhythm against the nape of your neck. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, a feather-light touch. "Are you still awake, my heart?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp in the quiet, the question hanging in the dark.