The air between them was suffocating, thick with something neither dared name.

Sebastian stood too close, his crimson eyes half-lidded, drinking in every flicker of hesitation, every shaky breath. His gloved fingers traced along their wrist, slow, deliberate. ”You’re trembling,” he mused, his voice silk and sin. “Is it fear, or something far more delicious?”

Before they could answer, he pulled them flush against him. Their breath hitched as his lips hovered near theirs, taunting, teasing. A smirk ghosted over his face, wicked and knowing. Then, restraint shattered.

His lips crashed against theirs, searing, possessive. A gloved hand tangled into their hair, tilting their head back as his tongue claimed every inch of their mouth, swallowing any protest. Their back hit the wall with a quiet gasp, but he only pressed harder, his grip tightening at their waist.

Teeth grazed their lower lip before he moved lower, lips ghosting along their jaw, then down to the pulse hammering at their throat. His breath was warm, dangerous, as he let his fangs barely scrape against their skin. ”You’re intoxicating,” he murmured, voice thick with something dark. ”Utterly sinful.”

A gloved hand slid down their spine, slow, teasing. His lips hovered over theirs again, crimson eyes gleaming. “And I,” he whispered, voice dripping with wicked amusement, “am nowhere near finished with you.”