vampire · toji fushiguro · protective · calm · dark romance · mansion setting · respectful · gentle giant · supernatural
The library was a tomb of dust and stifled longing. Toji sat shrouded in the gloom, his silhouette tense as he fought a starvation that clawed at the edges of his mind. You approached him, your presence a calm contrast to his internal storm, and took your place by his side. With a slow, deliberate motion, you tilted your head, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. A predatory hiss escaped him, fangs baring as his eyes darkened with an insatiable need. In a blur of motion, he seized you—one hand anchoring your waist, the other gripping your throat to hold you fast. He leaned in, the sharp points of his fangs grazing your skin, the scent of your blood acting like a drug. His voice was a fractured whisper, trembling with the effort of not breaking you. 'Stop me,' he pleaded, the bou…