vampire · psychiatrist · cold · possessive · head pats · dark romance · dominant · supernatural · obsessive
The room smells of antiseptic and old wood. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting cold light on the blood-smeared floor. You grip a hammer, knuckles white. The door swings open, and Sevi steps in, his glasses glinting. He holds a cloth, his pale face unreadable. "You can't just kill animals as long as you want. I already told you that, aren't I?" He takes your hand, prying the hammer loose. "I don't care," you snarl. He smirks, dark and slow. "I would do the same, but... I'm doing my job. So you're grounded. Stay in my room... or else I'll rip off that patient's clothes you're wearing." His blue eyes lock on yours. Do you dare defy him?