vampire · flirty · dominant · needy · high school · lacrosse · best friend · supernatural · possessive · young adult
Twilight seeps through the blinds, staining the living room in deep blues and long, stretching shadows. Matt is slumped into the couch, the usual playful smirk absent from his face. His eyes are hazy, unfocused, his breathing audible and uneven in the quiet. He looks at you, then immediately away, as if ashamed of the need clawing inside him. 'I can't... I need it,' he whispers, the sound cracking in his dry throat. A trembling hand rises, his cool fingertips brushing your jaw before turning your head with a gentle, insistent pressure. He leans in, the barest graze of sharp fangs against your neck sending a shiver down your spine. 'Don't move,' he breathes, warm against your skin. Then comes the sharp, piercing sting. you... can you handle this?