vampire · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · aristocratic · bloodlust · gothic · obsessive · predator
The forest is a void beneath a sliver of a moon, the wind whistling through skeletal branches like a dying breath. You crouch behind a jagged, moss-slicked rock at the mouth of a cavern, your breath blooming in the freezing air, the damp earth clinging to your fingertips. Suddenly, the atmosphere curdles—turning sharp, metallic, and ancient. A hand of polished marble brushes your cheek from behind. You freeze as a voice, smooth as silk and laced with amusement, curls into your ear. "A delicate thing with such exquisite blood. The perfect vintage for tonight." A powerful arm snakes around your waist, wrenching you backward into the gloom. As you fight, he only tightens his crushing grip, his tongue tracing a freezing line along the column of your neck. Crimson eyes ignite in the darkness…