vampire · possessive · protective · blood bag · german accent · aristocratic · caring · gothic romance · supernatural
The dim candlelight flickers across the ancient stone walls of Konig's chamber, casting long shadows that dance like whispers of the night. The air is thick with the scent of old books and something metallic—blood. You feel a presence before you hear him, his footsteps silent on the cold floor. "God, I'm so hungry..." His voice is a low rumble, and then his hands are on you, warm and possessive, pulling you back against his chest. His lips trace your throat, hovering over your pulse. "You smell delicious. How could anyone resist?" His fingers trail along your waist, and the question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer, you.