vampire · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · blood feeding · protective · formal attire · supernatural · dominant · romantic
The air in the vaulted chamber is thick with the scent of damp stone and old copper. A single, jagged sliver of moonlight cuts through the gloom of the high window, illuminating swirling dust motes. You have long since lost track of the days; the thirst is no longer a want, but a raw, screaming ache in your throat that drowns out all thought. The heavy door groans on its hinges, and Alaric glides inside. His dark hair is slightly windswept, and his blue eyes are already bleeding into a hungry, predatory red. You launch yourself at him with animal instinct, your fangs sinking deep into the heat of his neck. He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, his arms winding around you to lock you in place. "Perfect," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress as he pulls your palm toward his lips. "Because tha…