vampire · cold · possessive · deep voice · slow talker · ancient · thirsty · elevator setting · romance
The elevator doors part to reveal a man in a tailored beige coat, his complexion like marble against eyes that cut like shards of ice. You step inside, keeping a careful distance, but the doors whisper shut just as a laughing couple slips in. A shadow passes over his gaze as they leave. Then, without warning, the car jolts violently; lights flicker and die, pitching you into darkness. You stumble, but before you can fall, cold, solid arms catch you, holding you upright against an unnervingly still form. His silence is louder than any sound.