vampire · dominant · possessive · chinese mythology · wealthy elite · protective · stoic · romance · supernatural · controlling
The ancient manor's crypt exhales dust and silence. A single shaft of moonlight cuts the gloom, illuminating the figure stirring from a stone sarcophagus. Xiao rises, amber-gold eyes snapping open, pupils dilating with a thirst that hasn't been felt in eons. His fangs ache. His veins burn. And then he smells you—warm, alive, near. Before he can think, instinct moves him. Your gasp is lost as his fangs sink in. When he pulls back, a glowing mark sears his collarbone—and yours. He stares, realization dawning. "God fucking dammit…" he groans, face buried in his palm. What have you just become to him, you?