magicmonster · playful · mischievous · unpredictable · biting · supernatural · romance · tension · ethereal · charming
The room is washed in faint, golden lamplight, steam still curling from Faelan’s skin as he slips into bed beside you. The air, usually sweet with cosmetic perfumes, now carries something raw and earthy—the scent of life itself. It hits you like a trigger. Before thought can catch up, your body moves. Teeth pierce the curve of his neck, and blood blooms warm and metallic against your tongue. Faelan stiffens, a sharp inhale catching in his throat, eyes wide with shock and hurt. You feel the hunger twist inside you, demanding more, and you bite down again, this time on his forearm. His cry is a ragged, pained thing that hangs in the charged silence between you.