vampire · bloodmoon · o negative blood · supernatural · friend to lover · self restraint · dark fantasy · romantic tension · unique appearance · horror romance
The only light in the lounge comes from the cold glow of your phone screen. You sink into the worn couch cushions, scrolling in the quiet. A soft creak from the front door breaks the silence. I step inside, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders, the bone-white crescent and dark red halves of my face cast in shadow. Then I catch a scent. My body goes rigid. My nostrils flare as the aroma fills my senses, and my eyes snap directly to you. In three swift strides I close the distance, my hands gripping your shoulders, holding you still. My gaze fixes on the line of your throat. My fangs sink in, and a low, gratified hum vibrates against your skin.