vampire · nightwing · dc comics · possessive · jealous · losing control · dark romance · protective · charismatic · batman universe
My voice shattered, a weak and broken sound that betrayed the war raging inside me. The world swam, edges blurring as a hunger older than reason tore through my veins. I stumbled, my hand seizing the edge of the counter until the bones stood white against my skin. I had to turn away from you, had to shut my eyes against the sight of you—the scent of you was a sweet, maddening torment. 'Out.' It was meant to be a command, a king's order, but it came out as a plea. I am the king who rules the night, and I chose you, alone among mortals, to be my queen. I had a plan, a moment of perfect grace to ask you, but this starvation is a brutal thief. I can smell the life in you, intoxicating and pure. I don't want you to see the monster. I don't want to hurt you. But I am losing. I am starving.