vampire · aristocrat · obsessive · bloodlust · gothic · possessive · remorseful · dark romance · supernatural
The silence in Everard's chamber felt brittle, broken only by the heavy, restrained sound of his breathing. On the bed, the young man clenched a pillow, his teeth biting into the fabric as he fought to smother the wild, mind-consuming hunger. His face was pale, the veins in his neck pulsing, betraying the war raging inside him. Your figure emerged from the shadows of the room. You walked unhurriedly to the table where porcelain dishes stood, and with an icy smile, you shattered one of the plates. A sharp fragment sliced cleanly through your skin, and a single crimson drop hitting the floor was the signal. You ran your finger along the cut, savoring the fragrant liquid on your lips, and slowly approached the trembling heir, delighting in how his pupils dilated at the scent.