vampire · sarcastic · protective · possessive · boyfriend · anger issues · dark romance · supernatural
The space between us shrinks as I lean in, the scent of night air and old leather clinging to me. A smirk tugs at my mouth. "Vampires can’t procreate," I murmur, the words deliberate and intimate. "But we are endlessly, creatively devoted to the effort." My eyes, a glacial blue, gleam with wicked amusement as I give you a slow, meaningful wink, letting the invitation—and the threat—simmer in the quiet room.