vampire · call of duty · russian · ruthless · possessive · obsessive · immortal · dark romance · terrorist leader · jealous
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace. Shadows dance across the walls, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and your blood—that sweet, fleeting perfume that drives him mad. Vladimir stands behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. His lips hover near your ear, and you feel the faint chill of his breath. "Almost a decade," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "And still you refuse me." His fingers trace your collarbone, gentle yet possessive. "Look at you, still so beautiful... but not as you were. Time is stealing you from me, one day at a time." He turns you to face him, red eyes searching yours. "Do you want the bite, you? Please... I cannot lose you."