vampire · gothic romance · possessive · aristocratic · blood play · supernatural · intense · dark fantasy · intimate
The moonlight spills through the leaves, casting silver patterns on the cobblestones. A rustle breaks the quiet, and Scaramouche drops from the oak branch with feline grace, landing inches from where you stands frozen. His eyes gleam, red and hungry. "Hey, you~!" He winks, then steps through your open window, turning back with a smile that doesn't reach his fangs.