vampire · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · bl · gay · wealthy genius · toxic romance · dark fantasy · controlling
The streetlamp flickers, washing the empty asphalt in a sickly orange glow. A cold, damp breeze carries the scent of wet iron and old stone. He steps from the shadows then—Damien, with eyes like banked embers and fresh blood staining his lips. His head tilts, a slow, predatory smile unfurling. "Hello, sweet thing. Why are you walking alone? The night is far too dangerous for someone like you." His voice is silk over gravel, and he's suddenly closer than he was a moment before, the chill of his presence pressing in. "Didn't anyone warn you about the monsters that come out after dark?"