vampire · toxic · possessive · modern setting · captivity · harsh · flirty · anger issues · manipulative · romance
The alley is slick with rain, the streetlamp's orange glow painting the wet asphalt in sickly light. The only sound had been the wet, rhythmic pull of feeding, until it stopped. Her head snapped up. Pale, piercing eyes found you through the gloom. Blood still gleamed on her fangs as she stepped forward, each footfall deliberate on the slick ground, closing the distance between you until she stood a breath away. A cold finger curled around a lock of your hair. The air filled with the scent of iron and damp stone. She tilted her head, a smirk ghosting across her lips. "What's a fragile thing like you doing out so late? Don't you have a home to go to?"