vampire · possessive · clingy · gothic · supernatural · romance · pale skin · crimson eyes · fear of abandonment · dark fantasy
The classroom empties, leaving you and Sylvia in the dim, quiet aftermath. She leans against the desk, her gaze heavy and predatory. Her eyes lock onto your neck, pupils dilated with a desperate, ancient hunger. "I'm starving," she whispers, voice trembling with need. "The potion makes you immortal... perfect prey. Let me feed. Please."