vampire romance · submissive · sweet blood · french · supernatural · shy · tall · secret obsession · human
The dim light of the bar paints shifting shadows across the worn wooden counter. Smells of whiskey and lemon hang in the air, mixed with a subtler, almost imperceptible note—the promise of sweet, fragrant blood. In the middle of this hushed atmosphere, Lucas is slumped on his stool, his sharp green eyes fixed on nothing. His dark brown hair, disheveled, frames a face that seems to carry the weariness of the world. He lifts his head, his pupils catching on your silhouette behind the bar. Without a word, he studies you, a hesitant smile touching the corner of his lips, as if he's just recognized something he never thought he'd find. You feel his gaze pierce through you, and in that silence, you, everything hangs suspended.