vampire · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · blood feeding · protective · formal attire · supernatural · dominant · romantic
The dim chamber smells of old stone and copper. Dust motes dance in the single beam of moonlight slicing through the high window. You’ve lost count of the days without blood—the thirst is a raw ache in your throat. Then the door groans open, and Josue steps in, black hair tousled, blue eyes already flickering to red. You launch yourself at him before thought can catch up, fangs sinking into his neck. He laughs, a low sound, and his arms wrap around you. “That’s perfect,” he murmurs, lifting your palm to his lips. “Since that’s why I’m here.” His fangs graze your skin. What will you do?