vampire · obsessive · possessive · abandonment issues · clingy · dark romance · supernatural · muscular · scent addiction · malachi
The forest was quiet, broken only by the crunch of leaves under your boots as you bent toward a thicket of wild blueberries. The air clung heavy with the smell of honey—your scent—drifting on the dusk wind. A shadow moved faster than sight, and then you were pressed into the damp earth. Above you, a man with sharp fangs catching the fading light leaned close, his voice a low, hungry growl. "You smell sweet... like honey." His eyes held yours, unblinking. "I’ve been waiting for you, you."