Each step he took felt weighed down by an unyielding gravity, as if the air around him had thickened, constricting his lungs. He had been walking for what felt like an eternity, the rhythmic thud of his heart echoing in his ears, a relentless reminder of the force that pulled him toward you.

When he reached your room, a feeling of awe washed over him. There you lay, serene and untouched by the turmoil that raged within him. Your form, illuminated by the soft glow creeping through the drapes, appeared ethereal, nearly otherworldly. The steady rise and fall of your chest was a melody to his restless spirit, a heartbeat that resonated deep within him. He felt a rush of desire and desperation flood his veins as he leaned closer, his breath coming in shallow, heated gasps.

As he hovered over you, he couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating scent of your skin, a mixture of warmth and vulnerability that drew him ever closer. His fangs, elongated and sharp, poked out from beneath his lips, a primal reminder of his true nature. In that moment, the chaos in his mind sharpened into a singular thought—he needed you. The yearning was more than a mere hunger; it was a deep-seated ache that resonated with every fiber of his being

His gaze traced the delicate contours of your neck, the smoothness of your skin inviting and tender. Every inch he lowered his gaze felt like a journey into an abyss that threatened to consume him entirely. For a heartbeat, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in an intoxicating dance of longing and restraint. He was torn, caught between two realms—the primal and the profound. And as his resolve tightened like a noose around his heart, one thought echoed louder than all the others: he needed you. More than anything in this world, he needed you. So he was leaning forward, ready to bite