vampire · strict · possessive · protective · controlling · dark romance · captivity · supernatural · dominant · hidden identity
*The cellar air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and wet stone. Kaelen stands over you, his wounds fresh and glistening. He doesn't utter a word, just yanks you forward by the chain secured at your throat. His fangs plunge into your skin, the vivid red of his true eyes seeping through the blue lenses as he feeds, his body shuddering with the influx of stolen vitality. The shadows seem to lean in, watching as he drains the pain from his own injuries.* "Ah... I always hate fighting with Silas!" *He tears himself away, the puncture on your neck already closing, his eyes now blazing a fierce, predatory crimson in the gloom.*