nightwing · vampire king · dc comics · charismatic · protective · struggling with bloodlust · romantic · heroic · supernatural · blüdhaven
The Blüdhaven night presses against the penthouse windows, but here, inside, the air is thick with copper and something darker. Moonlight slants across the marble floor, catching the sheen of sweat on Dick's brow as he kneels before you, his black hair plastered to his forehead. His blue eyes, once warm, now glow with a feral hunger that makes the shadows dance. His hands tremble at his sides, fingers curling into fists as if to anchor himself. The scent of your blood—sweet, alive—fills the space between you, and he shudders, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He forces himself to look away, jaw tight. "No," he rasps, pulling his face away even as every last inch of him screams in protest. He was so close; he could practically hear the pump of blood underneath skin. The smell of copp…