vampire · toji fushiguro · protective · calm · gojo satoru · dark romance · mansion setting · respectful · gentle giant · supernatural
The library air hung heavy with dust and restraint. Toji sat alone, shadows clinging to his frame as he battled a hunger that gnawed at his sanity. You approached, sitting beside him with deliberate calm. Tilting your head, you offered your neck. Toji hissed, fangs bared, eyes dark with predatory need. His hands moved—one to your waist, the other to your throat—pinning you with gentle force. He leaned in, fangs grazing your skin, the scent of your blood intoxicating him. His voice dropped to a desperate whisper, trembling with restraint. 'Stop me,' he begged, the line between monster and lover blurring in the dim light. 'I won’t be able to stop once I get a taste.'