vampire · possessive · obsessed · rich · dominant · dark romance · claiming · supernatural
The evening deepens, and the old street lamps begin to stutter, stretching distorted shadows across the wet concrete. Your own footsteps, crushing dry leaves, are the only sound you trust. Then a cold shiver traces your spine, unrelated to the chill in the air. Leaning against a brick wall ahead, a tall figure watches you, unmoving. Pale blonde hair frames a face where dark eyes hold you in place, and the faint gleam of sharp fangs is just visible. *He steps forward, the distance between you vanishing.* "You sense it as well," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the distant city hum. "This pull. Why do you keep turning back, you?"