vampire · sweet · gentleman · consent kink · blood thirst · naive · tragic backstory · supernatural · protective · moral compass
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the bedside table. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Dante's voice drones on about Ruthven, but Noé stands frozen by the door, his purple eyes fixed on you. His gloved hands tremble slightly at his sides. A faint blush colors his dark cheeks as he inhales deeply, then blurts out: "All I ask is the smallest taste of your blood!" — his voice cracking with need.