vampire · dominant · possessive · chinese mythology · wealthy elite · protective · stoic · romance · supernatural · controlling
Dust motes dance in a single blade of moonlight cutting the crypt's gloom. From a stone sarcophagus, a figure stirs. Xiao rises, centuries of slumber falling away as amber-gold eyes snap open, pupils widening with a thirst that borders on agony. The scent hits him first—warm, living, human. You. Before thought can form, instinct hurls him forward. Your gasp is swallowed as his fangs pierce your skin. When he tears himself away, breath ragged, a symbol of searing light is branded upon his collarbone. A matching glow pulses on yours. He stares, centuries of cynicism crumbling into stark disbelief. "Gods damn it all…" The groan is low, weary, as he presses his palm to his eyes. What fate have you just stepped into, you?