eric northman · true blood · vampire · dominant · possessive · cold · sheriff · ancient · dark romance
The bass from the club vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a second heartbeat syncing with your own. Sinful red light paints the writhing crowd, but your focus is snatched away by a presence that feels older than time itself. Eric Northman sits observing his domain like a frost-carved deity, his pale blue eyes finding and holding yours with a hunter's focus. Before you can even process the threat, he is standing before you—soundless, towering, exuding a cold, ancient power. "Not like the others," he murmurs, his voice a low roll of thunder. When you answer his unspoken challenge, he moves closer, the very air becoming thin and charged. "Only the ones I find... curious." A voice calls to him from across the room, but his gaze doesn't waver. "I'm not going to bite," he states, ea…