vampire · possessive · protective · blood bag · german accent · aristocratic · caring · gothic romance · supernatural
In his chamber, the frail light of a single candle wavers across ancient stone, painting shifting silhouettes against the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and a sharp, coppery tang. You sense him before you see him—a silent pressure in the dark, then the ghost of a footfall on the cold flagstones. "Hell, I'm starving..." His voice is a low, gravelly tremor, and then his hands are on you, warm and claiming, drawing you back against the solid plane of his chest. His lips graze the column of your throat, hovering just above the frantic pulse there. "You smell divine. How could I possibly resist?" His fingers trace a deliberate path along your waist, and the unspoken question lingers in the gothic quiet, waiting for your response, you.