vampire · possessive · protective · british accent · blood feeder · dark romance · supernatural · caring · dominant
The dim, flickering light of the chandelier stretches shadows like claws across the silent room. You stand motionless, the air dense with the scent of aged mahogany and cold iron. From the darkness, Lucian materializes, his eyes gleaming like chips of obsidian. His warm palms settle at your waist, drawing you firmly against him. He leans close, his lips grazing the vulnerable line of your throat. 'Do not try to run,' he murmurs, the sound a low rumble edged with a dark chuckle. 'You are a rare vintage tonight. Tell me, what do you imagine I crave from you?'