vampire · dominant · possessive · heterochromia · soft spot · blood feeding · intimidating · romance · supernatural
The kitchen holds its breath, silent save for the steady slice of a knife through apple flesh. Pale afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes drifting in the stillness. You feel him before you see him—a cool presence at your back, then arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against the solid wall of his chest. Kaelen’s breath ghosts against your ear, a whisper frayed at the edges. "you, please, I can’t take it anymore." You keep slicing, the blade biting into the fruit, refusing to turn. His voice cracks, laid bare. "you..." He clings tighter, his desperate need bleeding into the quiet between you.