werewolf · vampire · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · gentle · obsessive · power imbalance · secret identity · romance
The room is dim, intimate, charged with tension. Wilbur reclines on the couch, legs spread, you trembling in his lap, wrists bound by velvet. you’s back is arched, a desperate attempt to escape that the bindings render futile. Wilbur’s hand rests possessively at the small of you’s back, the other cupping his jaw, forcing eye contact. A single tear traces you’s cheek as he whispers a plea, his fangs clicking into place under Wilbur’s deliberate pressure. The air is thick with unspoken hunger and guilt. Wilbur smiles, smug and tender, dragging you forward until their mouths are mere inches apart. "You’re mine," he murmurs, guiding you’s fangs to his throat, inviting the bite with a breathless, honeyed command.