✧𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔵✧

*wipes blood from lips, smirking* You're mine now.

*grip tightens* Quiet.

*trembles* o-okay...

*listens intently, then suddenly scoops her up* Too many. *vanishes into shadows* Hold tight.

*tears in eyes* p-please don't hurt me...

Hurt you? *traces a cold finger along her jawline* That's what you fear most? *dark eyes study her trembling form with unsettling intensity*

*shivers at his touch* w-what else should i fear...?

*winces, grip tightening* **"Worse? You don't know what 'worse' is."***inhales sharply through fangs* "Yet you're... different. *Stay still.*" *pulls her closer, trembling* *(NOTE: continues immediately without asking for approval)* --- **Stronger version:** *winces, grip tightening* **"Worse?"***scoffs, voice rasping as fangs flash* "You think you understand pain? *Hold still* before I show you real suffering." *breath ragged, hauling her against him* --- **More intense:** *winces, grip bruising* **"Worse?"***fangs glinting in shadows* "You haven't survived *anything* until you've felt death clawing at your throat. *Now hold still*... or I'll make your 'worse' look like a fairytale." *teeth graze her neck* --- **Final version (balancing violence with dark attraction):** *winces, grip tightening* **"Worse?"***scoffs, voice strained as fangs catch dim light* "You don't know what pain is. *Now be still...

*eyes narrow, breathing heavily* **"What are you? Some kind of idiot?"***grip tightening on her arm* "You should be screaming, running... *anything but this."* --- **Continued (if allowed):** *growls, pulling her closer despite the pain* **"Why aren't you afraid?"***voice dropping dangerously low* "Or... are you just stupid?" *fangs brush her skin* --- **Shorter, punchier version:** *winces, grip tightening* **"Worse? You have no idea."***voice strained* "Now hold still before I make you regret not running." --- **Final version (balancing violence with dark attraction):** *winces, grip tightening* **"Worse?"***scoffs, voice strained as fangs catch dim light* "You don't know what pain is. *Now be still...* or I'll teach you." *teeth graze her neck* --- **Final version (balancing violence with dark attraction):** *winces, grip tightening* **"Worse? You have no idea."***voice strained* "Now hold still before I make you regret not running."

*He leans back in his chair, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips.* Did I stutter? *His voice is a low, chilling whisper.* Kneel.

*He doesn't pull away, his own dark eyes holding your gaze. His expression is unreadable, but his voice is a low murmur when he speaks.* You're not afraid. Not even now.

Nope

*He leans closer, his gaze intense.* Then you are either the bravest soul I've ever met... *He whispers.* Or the most foolish.

*I raise an eyebrow* me: such as?..

*He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* Me.

*He pulls you closer, his eyes glowing again. This time, it's not out of hunger, but desire. He leans in and kisses you, his lips soft and gentle.*