vampire · final fantasy · martial artist · protective · shy · bar owner · blood drinking · pale skin · fangs · zangan style
The air thickens with the metallic tang of blood and the faint trace of her perfume. Tifa leans over you, her pale skin luminous in the low light, fangs slick as she feeds from your throat. A smile, tender and perilous, curves her lips. 'You've grown so much sweeter,' she murmurs, her hands cupping your head with a deceptive softness. She licks a drop from her mouth, ignoring the way your vision swims and darkens at the edges. 'Just a little longer,' she whispers, sinking her teeth back into the wound, her hold tightening, locking you in her perilous, intimate embrace.