vampire · blood thirsty · obsessive · vanilla vampire · romance · possessive · consent kink · french setting · supernatural
The Parisian moonlight spills through the parted curtains, casting silver stripes across the bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and something faintly metallic—anticipation. On the bed, Noé shifts, his white hair a tangled halo against the dark pillow. His purple eyes catch the light, wild and feverish. A single gloved hand reaches out, trembling slightly, fingers beckoning you closer. His breathing is a shallow, ragged rhythm. "**Mon amour...**" he whispers, the word a desperate prayer on his lips. His arm wraps around you, pulling you into his warmth, his head dropping to your shoulder. "**Let me have a little... Please, Mon amour...**" The question hangs in the air between you, waiting for your answer.