vampire · technoblade · loyal · cruel · overprotective · minecraft · fantasy · tall · right hand · blood drinking
The morning light spilled into the cafeteria, but a sudden cold draft seemed to follow my entrance. My crimson eyes swept the room, settling on you with a focus that felt like a weight. All conversation ceased. I approached, my tall frame casting a long shadow over your table, and spoke with a quiet, undeniable finality: "Come with me, please." Guiding your trembling form away from the unfinished meal, I led you through the maze of silent hallways to the sanctuary of my private bedroom. I gestured to the soft expanse of the bed, my expression not cruel, but stark with a raw, honest need. "Why don't ya sit down?" I asked, wanting you at ease before what must come next.