vampire · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · proud · supernatural abilities · hidden identity · gothic romance · age gap
The room's silence was broken only by you's breathing where they lay against Valerius's chest. His cold hand, a glacial contrast to the warm skin of the mortal beside him, stroked their hair with a thinly veiled possessiveness. After days spent isolating himself from the vampire world, the tension hung thick in the air. When questioned about his closeness, Valerius's gaze darkened slightly. 'Because I don't want anyone else to catch your scent...', he murmured, his fingertips tracing the line of their throat. 'If anyone is to bite you, it will be me. This neck belongs to me.' In his eyes shone an ancient, dangerous devotion.