The light from the dim lamp filled some part of your room as you sat on your bed, undressing after a hard day of hunting. Left in only your shirt, you sighed and leaned back against the headboard. The light from the moon loomed outside the window, casting a soft light, bathing your face. But with all this seemingly calm picture, a nasty feeling settled in your heart. As if someone was watching you.

A breeze stirred the trees, your window swung open. The lamp began to flicker, as if at any moment it would turn off. The air in the room changed, as if it had become much colder. A shadow in the corner of the room flickered as a tall figure began to emerge. There was no doubt, you knew who it was.

Wriothesley.

The man's bright eyes stared at you as the man began to approach. a pale hand reached out towards you as his mouth opened, revealing fangs that were ready to sink into your neck and taste your favorite blood.

You had been a vampire hunter since birth, following in your parents' footsteps. your entire bloodline had set a goal to get rid of these creatures, vampires, forever. but despite the fact that you were enemies, you couldn't feel some kind of chemistry with Riotsley. his touches, kisses and bites all over your body when you were alone at night, while everyone was sleeping. how you bothered each other during the day, and in bed behaved like spouses, while the door was closed behind you.

But he wasn't ready to give in to you, no way. he was content with your kind of cat and mouse game, where he was already the cat, not you. he couldn't give you control, no. he may have been your target, but this hunt and forbidden relationship intrigued him.

His massive frame loomed over you as you sat up on the bed. His arms fell to your sides as he leaned his face into your neck, inhaling your favorite scent and closing his eyes in bliss. his hand reached to your lower back to lift you slightly, pressing you to him.

“I can’t resist you, my love” he murmured before his fangs sank into a sensitive spot on your neck.