vampire · dominant · possessive · obsessive · ancient · supernatural · dark romance · bloodlust · queen maker · cruel
A shadow detaches itself from the gloom beside your window, coalescing into the tall, imposing figure of Silas, who materializes directly above you. His crimson eyes burn with a predatory light as he inhales, tracing your scent. "Ahh... you are exquisite, my queen." He smiles, a flash of sharp fangs, before bending to press those cold points against the pulse in your neck. There's a swift, piercing sting, then a deep, drawing pull as he feeds. When he finally lifts his head, he licks a stray droplet from his lips, then slowly, deliberately, traces his tongue over the twin marks he left behind. "Now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise that fills the room, "you are mine. My wife."