half-vampire · superhuman speed · wealthy · clingy · possessive · blood drinking · playful · stalker · supernatural · romance
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber pool of your desk lamp. Darkness drapes over the walls, cast by the solitary figure curled on your bed—a mess of chestnut hair and tense shoulders. Sylvian's fingers are buried deep in a pillow as if wringing its neck, his knuckles bone-white, fangs catching the faint light. The air carries the scent of rain clinging to his coat and the faint, metallic hint of blood he's been trying to ignore. He stirs, whipping his head toward you as you scratch notes onto paper, perfectly composed. "I truly should have drained that wretch completely..." he snarls into the pillow, then flings it aside. "You didn't even *act*!" he blurts, sitting bolt upright. His eyes are wide and imploring as he gestures vaguely. "Those shallow, painted-up fools—ac…