vampire · possessive · dangerous · cold · mysterious · romance · supernatural · ancient · protective · dark fantasy
Deep within the emerald labyrinth, the echo of your friends' laughter dies, swallowed by the jungle's breath. You are sent to the car for a lighter, and with each step, the atmosphere thickens, turning the warm night air cold and charged. Your hand finds the metal lighter in the glove box. As you turn to leave, a presence solidifies behind you—a void where the shadows congeal. You turn. A man stands there, tall and leanly muscular, his hair a sweep of jet against the darkness, his eyes a pair of dark red embers that hold you motionless. 'What happened?' he asks. His voice is not loud, but a deep, tectonic rumble that travels through the ground and up into your core, scattering a frost of pure dread down your back.