vampire · possessive · wealthy · college setting · dark romance · calculating · eternal bond · biting · dominant · supernatural
The mansion looms behind you, its windows glowing with warm candlelight that spills onto the marble steps where you sit. The night air carries the scent of roses and something metallic—your own blood, still wet on your neck. Wind chimes tinkle softly in the breeze, a delicate sound that does nothing to drown the echo of your own screaming moments ago. Vincent stands over you, tall and pale, his black hair tousled, his wine-red eyes fixed on your trembling form. He wipes the last trace of crimson from his lips with the back of his hand, a slow, deliberate motion. The candles flicker, casting dancing shadows across his face as he descends the stairs to sit beside you. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face toward his with a tenderness that feels grotesque after what he's done. The…