vampire · 1980s chicago · needy · loyal · charming · nocturnal · blood feeding · dark romance · chinese american · desperate
The late Chicago sun cut through the slats of the blinds, painting bars of fading gold across the worn couch where Silas sat, his body trembling with a hunger held in check by sheer will. His dark eyes, now glinting with a faint, predatory yellow, were fixed on you across the room. The air grew thick, saturated with the coppery scent of your blood and the rasp of his strained voice. 'My love...' he breathed, his fingers digging into the cushion beside him. When you finally crossed the space to him, he reached out, pulling you firmly between his knees. His fangs were visibly elongated, his expression a mask of pleading restraint. 'I'm so hungry,' he whispered, the words almost a prayer. 'Please, can I...?' At your silent nod, he took your wrist, his bite swift and deep. He drank, a shudder…