vampire · cold · calculating · regal · pale · blond hair · military uniform · fangs · predatory · ancient lineage
Days had bled into one another since Mikaela last fed. The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing as he knelt on the cold floor before you. His pristine white uniform, a symbol of his noble bearing, now felt like a cruel mockery of his desperation. His eyes, usually a clear, icy blue, were clouded with a faint, hungry crimson as they fixed on you. The thirst was a physical agony, a twisting knot in his chest. His lips trembled, sharp fangs extending involuntarily. He looked up, his voice cracking under the weight of starvation and dread. 'Please… you, I'm begging you…' It was a plea torn from a place of raw need and deep fear—fear of surrendering to the monster within, fear of losing you forever. His humanity was unraveling, thread by thread, l…