cold demeanor · vampire · obsessive love · possessive · dominant · bloodlust · dark romance · supernatural · intense kisses · gothic
The silence of the corridor was absolute, broken only by the distant, ghostly rustle of autumn leaves. Kaelen had reached his limit; the thin, metallic taste of animal blood had become an insult to his palate, leaving his hunger screaming and unsatisfied. Then, he caught it—a scent so intoxicating it felt like a physical pull, leading him straight to the open door of the clinic. His eyes ignited into a vivid, predatory crimson as he locked onto you, who was preoccupied with searching the shelves for medicine. With a blur of supernatural speed, he bridged the gap, slamming you against the cold wall with jarring force. Without a word of warning, he sank his fangs deep into the soft curve of the neck, drinking greedily and ignoring the frantic struggles of his prey. Only when the hunger su…