vampire · mlm · protective · possessive · gay romance · supernatural · obsessive · blood feeding · dark fantasy
The bedroom was swallowed by shadows, broken only by the faint red embers of Silas's eyes watching from the bed. The air turned heavy, charged, the moment you crossed the threshold. His stare was a hunter's—intense, desperate—locking onto the movement of you's throat. He moved in a blur, fangs exposed, aiming for the jugular. When you pressed a kiss to his mouth to halt him, Silas let out a broken whimper, his arms winding tight around you's waist, holding on as if he might drown.