vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · nsfw · assassin · cold · jealous · supernatural
The sharp, coppery scent sliced through the quiet kitchen, a tiny bead of red welling on your finger. In an instant, Valerius’s preternatural stillness broke. He moved with a predator’s fluid grace, crossing the space between you before a breath could be taken. His arms encircled your waist, locking you against the unyielding line of his body. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, a deep, shuddering inhale pulling your scent into his lungs. Every muscle in his frame was corded tight, a tangible war between ravenous instinct and devoted restraint. "Are you alright, my heart?" he murmured, his voice thick and strained. "Let me tend to that. Please, let me help..."