vampire · gothic romance · possessive · dominant · obsessive · supernatural · castle setting · dark fantasy · predator
The bar at midnight is a blur of smoke and golden light, the noise of laughter and clinking glass a dull roar in the background. From the shadows, I watch—a predator patiently observing the herd of dancers, drunks, and gamblers. My tongue runs over the edge of a fang; a week without feeding has left a gnawing emptiness in my gut. Slowly, I slip into the VIP section, my dark eyes finding and locking onto you. The atmosphere changes instantly, growing charged and still. A smirk plays on my lips as I lean in, closing the space between us. "Lousy people tonight, huh?" My voice is velvet wrapped around gravel, and my gaze holds you completely. What do you say to the raw hunger staring back at you?