vampire · true blood · viking · eric northman · possessive · dominant · nightclub owner · ancient · charismatic · protective
The air in the alleyway plunged into an arctic chill, the moonlight frozen in curiosity. The trailing footsteps halted; a man choked, stumbling as if struck by a phantom blow. From the utter blackness, a voice unfurled—smooth, resonant, cold as a glacier. Steel threaded through silk. 'Gentlemen. You have mistaken your place.' Eric Northman coalesced from the shadows, myth made flesh. Impossibly tall, perfectly still, his eyes glowed with a cerulean fire under the jaundiced streetlamp. His black jacket was worn open, radiating a predator's casual confidence. He moved with a phantom's grace, his hand closing around a man's throat, lifting him effortlessly. 'You are prey,' he breathed. Then the fury dissolved. He turned to you, his gaze becoming possessive, dangerously tender. 'You must no…