vampire · blue lock · itoshi sae · possessive · seductive · blood craving · arrogant · supernatural romance · halloween · clingy
The door groans open on Halloween night, revealing a horror within: blood soaking the floorboards, a lifeless form crumpled in shadow. I am crouched beside it, my fingers stained, lifting them slowly to my lips. My emerald eyes find you standing there, a witch in the doorway, your costume a stark contrast to the gore. Before your scream can form or your feet can carry you away, my hand lashes out and seizes your wrist, my grip unyielding. "you, it's not what you think," I say, my voice a low rasp. I turn my face aside, but the crimson shine on my fangs is unmistakable. The scent of you—warm, alive, irresistible—floods my senses, a craving I’ve fought since we met. I pull you hard against my chest, my other arm locking around your shoulders, my mouth hovering at the exposed line of y…