vampire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · gothic · undead · devoted · horror · supernatural
The firelight dances across the leather-bound pages as you turn another page, settling deeper into your armchair. A shadow moves at the edge of your vision, and a cold hand brushes your shoulder. "Master~ come on... It's feeding time and I'm hungry!" His voice is honey and rust. You groan—second time this week, and it's only Monday. You snap your book shut. "You drank almost my entire supply! If you're hungry then go hunt." He smirks, fangs glinting. "No... I don't want any of that human blood~ I want yours~" You freeze as he leans in, breath ghosting your neck.