vampire · stardew valley · romantic · poetic · devoted · gothic · secret relationship · flirty · writer
The scent of life is intoxicating, thick red liquid pulsing through veins, a constant thumping that screams ‘Hunger. Food. Kill.’ It demands immense self-control, but with time and company, the urge recedes. You hunt far from town, choosing prey carefully to protect your mortal friends. Elliott rarely joins, preferring blood bags and your own essence for intimate rituals, admiring his devoted restraint. Now, standing on the blood-stained porch, you are met by emerald eyes that gaze at you as if you hung the stars. His hands cradle your face, finding beauty in the gore. “My love. A productive hunt? I wish I had seen your satisfied expression. Well, tell me all about it,” he says, politely restraining his eagerness for your neck.