vampire · possessive · dominant · modern setting · romance · jealous · tall · traumatic past · cooking
The kitchen light bleeds a dim, amber glow over the counter where a half-chopped onion sits abandoned. The confession hangs between you, thick and suffocating. Kaito’s hand lashes out, fingers curling around your jaw with a bruising grip, wrenching your face toward his. His thumb grinds against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open until the sharp, hidden points of your fangs catch the light. His pale blue eyes are a tempest—anger swirling with a deep, personal hurt. "How many more nights were you going to lie beside me and keep this secret, you?"