vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · nsfw · assassin · cold · jealous · supernatural
The sharp scent of copper cut through the quiet kitchen air as a tiny nick appeared on your finger. Matteo’s stillness shattered; he moved with predatory grace, closing the distance in a heartbeat. His arms locked around your waist, pulling you flush against his rigid frame. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply, his body trembling with restrained hunger. The tension in his muscles was palpable, a silent war between instinct and devotion. "Is everything okay, amore mio?" he murmured, voice thick with suppressed need. "I can take care of that wound for you. Let me help..."