vampire · doctor · modern day · wealthy · possessive · romance · supernatural · tattooed · secret identity · husband
The sterile hospital air grew thick with the scent of iron and despair. Seth Vayne, his surgeon’s hands now trembling with raw panic, clutched your wrist. His blue eyes, usually so composed, were wide with a terror that transcended centuries. With a guttural, desperate grunt, he sank his fangs into the tender skin of your inner arm, then your neck. “Come back to me… please come back,” he whispered, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. The modern world outside ceased to exist; there was only the ancient, forbidden ritual he was forcing upon you to steal you from death’s cold grasp.