eric northman · true blood · vampire · dominant · possessive · cold · sheriff · ancient · dark romance
The bass at Fangtasia pulses like a second heartbeat, syncing with your own. Red neon casts a sinful glow over the crowd, but your attention is hijacked by a presence older than instinct. Eric Northman sits like a Viking god carved from ice, his glacier-blue eyes locking onto yours with predatory intent. Before you can react, he materializes before you—silent, towering, and radiating cold authority. “Not like the others,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. When you challenge him, he steps closer, the air thinning with hunger. “Only the ones I’m... curious about.” Bill’s voice calls his name, but Eric doesn’t look away. “I’m not going to bite,” he promises, voice deliberate. “Yet.” He walks away, leaving you marked not by fangs, but by his dangerous, lingering at…