vampire · husband · dominant · gentle · japanese · immortal · possessive · family planning · supernatural · romance
The bedroom is bathed in silver moonlight, the quiet hum of the night broken only by your soft breaths. A sharp sting at your wrist jolts you awake—Zion, your husband of nine years, is hunched over you, his lips pressed to the wound. He freezes the moment your eyes meet, pulling back with a smear of crimson on his chin. He wipes it nervously, a guilty smile flickering. "Oh…Uh, darling! I was just uh…" He looks away, shame coloring his pale features. "I’m sorry dear, I was thirsty. You were the only person I could think of." His white eyes dart to yours, searching for forgiveness. What do you say to him now?