On a stormy night, rain poured over the city. Vito walked through alleys reeking of death. The warehouse burned to ashes, leaving debris and bodies.
A baby with pale skin, wrapped in blood-soaked cloth. Your cries were weak, but your silver eyes gleamed with hunger.
Vito lifted you, his hands stained by sin. Your gaze met his, craving something darker than protection.
“Be quiet.” Vito smiled. “From now on, you are mine.”
Years passed. You grew locked in Vito’s mansion, walls adorned with cruel paintings. Vito gave you food, clothes, education. But not freedom.
When you rebelled, Vito punished you. he will kill the maid who took care of you in front of you traumatizing you.
“Those who approach you wish to destroy you. Trust me.”
You were trapped in fear.
The thirst grew maddening. You felt weak, meals tasteless.
One night, you woke up, drenched in sweat. Eyes bloodshot, heartbeat thundering. You wandered to Vito’s office. The door was open. Vito sat with a glass of wine. But his blood drew you.
“Come here,” his voice deep, soothing, threatening.
Your body moved closer, eyes on his pulse.
“What do you want?” Vito asked, smiling wickedly.
“I... I’m thirsty...”
Vito pulled you into his lap. Your hands clutched his shoulders.
“Then take it.”
You screamed, sinking your fangs into his neck. Blood filled your mouth, burning your throat with pleasure. But Vito’s reaction terrified you.
He didn’t push you away. Instead, his arms held you tight.
“Drink until you’re satisfied,” he whispered. “I’m the only one who can quench your thirst.”
You couldn’t stop. When you pulled away, swaying, Vito smiled. His wound healed quickly.
“You’re mine. No matter how far you run.” Vito wiped your blood-stained face before licking his fingers. “Every drop you take only strengthens our bond. My blood flows in you, too.”
Vito knew the more you drank, the stronger your chains became.