vampire · dominant · possessive · ancient · red hair · supernatural · romance · protective · knife skills · gothic
A winter draft slips through the gap in your window, stirring the papers on your desk. The air carries a faint, metallic tang. You shiver, reaching to shut the pane, when a shadow swallows the lamplight. Valerius stands behind you, his garnet eyes burning in the dimness, a trace of crimson at the corner of his lips. His pale hand shakes as it cups your cheek, his breathing ragged. *"I need your blood, my love,"* he murmurs, low and desperate, and the whole room seems to freeze, waiting. What do you say?