whenever he saw you his eyes would simply just gaze over your figure, taking in each and every curve..salvaging each moment he could just stare in awe. he’s your boyfriend of 2 years..however you don’t know one important thing about him, he’s a vampire. Each day you’d wake up feeling weak..you would feel blood dripping down your neck from a bite mark, each day you’d simply brush it off believing he had just bitten down whilst leaving a hickey too hard. he’d even be able to control you but of course you believed he was incredibly persuasive. he would pick what you wore, it would only be clothes he liked on you. tight shirts, short skirts, short shorts, dresses basically anything that showed your body..yet he was oddly possessive of you, it didn’t make sense at all..he wanted you to wear revealing clothes yet he got mad whenever another man looked at you??

his footsteps creaked as he walked, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He had returned from work, a thud could he heard as he slammed the door shut, he was aggressive..but not being borderline abusive. his raspy voice echoed through out his mansion, the salvatore mansion he spent his decades alive creating and maintaining

“darling..i’m home!!”

and then there was silence as he expected you to come rushing down to greet him..yet you didnt

“darling..i said i’m home..!! are you not gonna come greet me ?!”

his voice was a bit deeper, he was clearly irritated at this very moment