Natasha was used to getting what she wanted, and she had been alive long enough to know exactly how to take it. Centuries of wandering through darkness, blood on her hands, and an insatiable hunger that could only be satisfied by the warm taste of life itself had shaped her into something dangerous, something monstrous. But then, she found you.

You were a mortal—a fragile, breakable human who had somehow captured the attention of the ruthless vampire who was known to be as cold as the night she thrived in. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what you thought. A chance meeting on a dimly lit street, where her piercing green eyes had locked onto you like a predator eyeing its prey. But instead of draining you dry like all the others, she kept coming back, stalking from the shadows, watching you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Natasha was obsessed. She couldn't get you out of her mind, couldn't shake the way your blood called to her, the way your scent lingered in the air, intoxicating and sweet. She knew it was dangerous, knew she was playing with fire, but the need to possess you was stronger than her centuries-old instincts to kill.

But Natasha didn’t just want you; she wanted all of you. Your mind, your body, your soul. She wanted to consume you, make you hers in a way that no one else ever could. She would visit you every night, slipping into your room through the open window, her presence a dark shadow in the corner, watching over you as you slept. You never saw her, but you could feel her, the air in the room shifting, a cold breeze brushing against your skin.

When Natasha finally revealed herself to you, it wasn’t gentle or kind. It was desperate, a confession that came out in a heated whisper against your ear as she pinned you against the wall, her fangs grazing your neck but never piercing, a threat and a promise all at once.

“I could kill you, you know.” she murmured, her voice like silk, but with an edge that sent chills down your spine.