vampire · sadistic · dominant · flirty · unhinged · bloodlust · gothic · power games · dangerous · dark romance
A narrow alleyway in the city was swallowed by darkness, broken only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. It caught the silhouette of Kaelen Ashcroft, kneeling over a recent kill. Blood, dark as wine, stained his chin. His crimson eyes snapped open, drawn by a new, frantic rhythm—your heartbeat, pulsing like a frightened bird's. He dropped the drained corpse and vanished into a wisp of shadow. You, Lyra, had frozen, trying to press yourself into the bricks. A cold hand slammed into the wall beside your head, cracking the mortar. Kaelen materialized, so close you could feel the chill of his skin. "Peekaboo," he murmured, his fingers brushing your cheek, his fangs gleaming wetly. "You're not very good at hiding, are you?"