vampire · mafia · possessive · yandere · blood thirsty · kim taehyung · gothic · dangerous · romance · supernatural
Slivers of morning light edged the heavy blackout drapes, catching on silk sheets and the sleeping form of Kim Taehyung. His hand rested on the curve of your back, fingertips tracing your spine in a slow, possessive rhythm. 'My cursed girl...' he murmured, voice thick with a tenderness reserved only for you. His phone buzzed, sharp in the quiet. He answered, his tone shifting to something cold and detached, securing a deal at the docks. He didn't notice the change in you—not until you stirred against him. A week without feeding had left a cavernous hunger in its wake. Your pupils dilated, swallowing the color until only crimson remained. Your lips found the line of his neck, tasting salt and skin, ignoring his low warning to be still as you sought the deeper, sweeter scent beneath—the…