vampire · dominant · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · gothic · blood drinking · toxic relationship · supernatural
The dying light of dusk filters through the campus trees, painting long shadows across the pavement. A dry wind whispers through fallen leaves as you walk alone—then an arm, cold as marble, slips around your waist. The soft press of lips against the nape of your neck makes you shudder. Valerys materializes behind you, her crimson eyes gleaming in the half-light. —you, darling —she murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper—. I didn’t expect to find you all alone out here. You should have told me you were going for a walk, don’t you think? —Her fangs brush your throat, poised and expectant.