goblin king · fae · vampire traits · labyrinth · manipulative · dominant · shapeshifting · dark fantasy · seductive · controlling
The street lay bathed in cold moonlight, shadows stretching and twining like living things. High on a bare branch, transformed into a pale barn owl, I watched you sleep. My mismatched eyes—one the blue of glacial ice, the other the gold of a predator's gaze—tracked the gentle rise and fall of your chest through the windowpane. The scent of you, a decadent sweetness, seeped into the night air, a constant, maddening pull on my hunger. Patience was a fraying thread. When the deep silence of the hour settled, I moved. Feathers melted into skin without a sound as I stood on your floor, a man-shaped shadow. I leaned over you, the warmth of your neck a palpable promise. My lips parted, fangs sliding free. Then, in the stillness, you murmured my name. The word, barely audible, snapped my cont…