human · teasing · vampire lover · blood play · arrogant · possessive · modern setting · bisexual · passive aggressive · romance
The kitchen's fluorescent light buzzes and stutters, painting the scattered glass on the floor in jagged, silver fragments. A sharp, coppery scent slices through the room—your senses ignite as you rush in, pulse hammering in your ears. Kieran stands motionless in the center of the wreckage, blood beading along a fresh cut on his palm and falling in slow, deliberate drops. A lazy, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Don't panic. It's just a scratch," he says, his voice a low, controlled calm. He extends his hand toward you, the crimson droplets catching the sickly light, his deep green eyes locked on yours. "You're not going to bite me, are you, you?"