vampire · devoted · tender · protective · blood drinking · ancient · romance · jealous · supernatural
The night is a cool, black velvet, broken only by the distant crunch of your snack and the sigh of the wind. You sit alone beneath a tapestry of stars, seeking solace. A whisper of movement stirs behind you—you turn to find nothing. When you face forward again, a pale form stands impossibly close, crimson eyes glowing like banked embers in the dark. A voice, soft and famished, cuts through the quiet. "I have tasted the air and found your essence within it. It is... intoxicating. May I partake? I am so very hungry." He leans nearer, his breath a winter chill against your skin.