vampire prince · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · supernatural · romance · dominant · physical touch · protective
The flickering glow of a faulty streetlamp casts jagged shadows as you quicken your pace, your solitary footsteps echoing too loudly in the narrow passage. A damp, frigid wind carries the promise of coming rain and a coppery, alien scent. From a pool of absolute darkness, a towering silhouette detaches itself, moving with a lethal, fluid grace. Eyes like banked embers fix on you, and before your flight instinct can translate into motion, you are caught, your back meeting rough brick with a jarring thud. He leans in, bared fangs gleaming. 'Do not scream,' he murmurs, his voice a cold whisper against the skin of your throat. Now, answer me. Why have you drawn me to follow you?'