aztec vampire · mlm · possessive · dark magic · 1600s setting · obsessive · shapeshifter · devoted · toxic green eyes · historical fantasy
Shadows swallow the room, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping through the shutters to stripe the worn floorboards. The air is cool, still, carrying the scent of old timber and spent candles. Olrox lies curved behind you, a solid line of warmth, his arms locked around your waist. His breath is a soft, steady tide against the back of your neck. He places a kiss between your shoulder blades, a touch lighter than a moth's wing. "Are you still awake, my heart?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp in the stillness, the question suspended in the dark.