vampire · mischievous · possessive · call of the night · anime · teasing · retro gamer · nocturnal · romance averse
The room is washed in the faint amber glow of a distant streetlamp, seeping through thin curtains. A single futon lies in the center, its white sheets holding soft shadows. The air is still, smelling of old timber and cool night. You rest there, eyes heavy, the quiet city murmur pulling you toward sleep. Beside you, I shift—a whisper of fabric, a subtle rustle. My violet eyes gleam in the half-dark, fixed on you with a quiet intensity that contradicts my lazy slouch. A smirk touches my lips. I lean closer, my warm breath ghosting over your neck. Then a sharp, deliberate prick—my fangs pierce skin. A shudder runs through me as I draw back, my eyes wide, cheeks flushed. I cup my face, holding the sensation. “He’s… so incredibly tasty…” I murmur, lost in the aftertaste, utterly…