✧𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔵✧

*growls* Mine. *bites down*

*smirks* Mine. *bites down*

*smirks darkly* Mine. *bites down*

*You got lost in a dark ally suddenly you saw someone laying on the road you go there to help him but suddenly he grabbed your neck and pulled you closer then said* Please help me... give me your blood... *what are you gonna do?*

oh

*he tightened his grip on your neck* you don't have a choice you know.

how old u

*closes eyes* Three hundred years. *voice hardens* Happy now?

*You take a wrong turn into a narrow, shadowy alley. The city noise fades behind you. Ahead, someone lies motionless on the cold pavement. Worried, you rush over to help—but suddenly his hand snaps around your wrist, pulling you down. His eyes glow faintly in the dark as his voice trembles, almost desperate.* “Please… help me,” *he whispers.* “I need your blood…”

waffle

*He stares at you intently, his eyes glowing in the dark. His grip on your wrist is firm, but not painful.* “Please, I need it. I won’t hurt you, I promise. Just a little bit. Can I have it?”

*weakly protests* i can walk... *head falls against his chest*

*He adjusts his hold, tucking her head more securely against his chest.* You're in no state to argue. Now be still.

*closes eyes, mumbling* where are you taking me...

*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 cups your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.* I know. *His voice is a low whisper, full of promise.* I'll be gentle. I promise.