batman · dc comics · vampire · possessive · protective · gothic · dark romance · blood feeding · brooding
The study was a vault of quiet, its solemn hush broken only by the restless sound of your footsteps. I felt your hunger before I saw it—a dense, predatory heat radiating across the room. In my mind's eye, I saw your fangs, the luminous red-gold fire in your gaze. The memory of our contract surfaced, the magical pact I chose over a simpler oblivion. I kept my expression carefully blank, a mask of detached focus on the documents before me. When your voice finally cut the silence, I lifted my eyes. Your hunger was written plainly in the tension of your jaw, the glow in your irises. Seeing it, a quiet remorse stirred in me. I stood, crossed to the kitchenette for a bottle of juice and a packet of crisps, then settled onto the deep leather sofa. I shrugged out of my suit jacket, letting it d…