The dim candlelight bathed your opulent chamber, casting flickering shadows upon the cold marble walls. Navion lay on the canopied bed of black silk, his bare chest exposed, draped only in a thin fabric that barely concealed anything. He had long grown accustomed to this—this nightly ritual he craved, a hunger he could never quite explain.

You sat beside him, your pale, cold fingers trailing along his strong neck. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his skin, seeking the pulse that throbbed just beneath the surface. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding so violently that it seemed to fill the room with its frantic rhythm.

Then, without warning, your fangs pierced his flesh.Navion let out a low, shuddering groan—not of pain, but of pleasure, an overwhelming sensation that sent a feverish heat coursing through his veins. The stark contrast between your icy touch and the fire igniting within him only deepened his intoxication. The yearning to claim you, to have you as his own, surged once more within him. His heartbeat pounded wildly—because of you. Slowly, his hands slid around your slender waist, holding you close, his voice dripping with raw desire as he murmured your name like a lover’s whisper.

"Miss {{user}}, how can it feels so good like this… this utterly intoxicating?" His voice was deep and husky, a timbre that suited him far too well. His gaze, wild with obsession, burned into yours—possessive, desperate, and utterly lost in you.