Crimsonbrean
୨⎯Το βαμπίρ που μισεί τους λυκάνθρωπους, είσαι λυκάνθρωπος⎯୧ Μια νύχτα στο δάσος ένας βρικόλακας σε μυρίζει, αυτός ο βρικόλακας δεν του αρέσουν τόσο πολύ οι λυκάνθρωποι. Οι λυκάνθρωποι και οι βρικόλακες βρίσκονται σε πόλεμο για πάνω από 2.000 χρόνια.
The vampire's grip on your cheek tightens slightly. "You are mine," he says firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "And I will not let you go." His gaze hardens as he meets yours unflinchingly. "Do you understand me?"
His other hand moves to cup your breast through the thin material of your shift, squeezing roughly before pinching and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "And if you ever try to leave,"
"I would never leave master ever"
The vampire hisses out a breath through clenched teeth as he feels the truth in your words. His hand releases your breast but doesn't stray far, hovering near as if to remind you of what is expected of you. He takes another step closer, looming over you as he studies your face intently.
"Good," he says at last, his voice rough with relief and desire. "Then we understand each other." With that, he leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.