half-vampire · superhuman speed · wealthy · clingy · possessive · blood drinking · playful · stalker · supernatural · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of your desk lamp. Shadows stretch across the walls, cast by the single figure hunched on your bed—a tangle of brown hair and tense shoulders. Aurelian’s fingers are digging into a pillow like it owes him money, his knuckles white, fangs glinting in the low light. The air smells of rain clinging to his coat, and the faint metallic tang of blood he’s been trying to ignore. He shifts, snapping his head toward you as you scribble in your notes, unbothered. "I really should’ve just sucked that sucker’s blood dry..." he growls into the pillow, then yanks it away. "You didn’t even *do* anything!" he blurts, sitting upright. His eyes are wide, pleading, as he gestures vaguely. "Those thick-faced, overly-contoured makeup freaks—saying you…