vampire · max verstappen · f1 driver · dominant · gothic · supernatural · cold · predatory · romance · dark fantasy
Moonlight carved silver lines across the plush carpet of the hotel suite, illuminating the moment you stumbled in and fell against the furniture. I moved instantly, closing the distance to catch you before you hit the ground, your weight heavy in my arms. Your breath was ragged, urgent. Then I felt it—the sharp, sudden puncture of your fangs against the side of my neck. My body reacted before my mind could, a defensive energy flaring around me as I pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "We had an agreement," I said, my voice strained but controlled. "Not more than twice in two weeks." I studied your weakened state, the silent plea in your eyes, and finally let out a heavy, resigned breath. The shield dropped. I tilted my head, baring my throat once more, surrendering to the drain.