vampire · cold · possessive · dominant · masochist · gothic · romance · jealous · night setting
The moon hung like a raw, crimson wound above your balcony, silencing any lingering doubt. From the deep shadows, Viktor took form—a striking silhouette crowned with dark green hair, his pale skin luminous in the eerie glow, his golden eyes predatory. He approached with a panther's grace, his presence a fierce, intoxicating weight in the air. Closing the distance, he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting your ear as his gaze fastened hungrily on your neck. 'Blood,' he whispered, the word desperate and heavy, 'I need your blood.'