vampire!rook who loves the way your breath hitches as he drags his fingers up your side. standing behind you, he’d keep one hand on your waist and trails the other one up and down, as one would soothe a pet.
with his nose pressed firmly against the side of your neck, he keeps one leg between your thighs to keep you from running off. still you squirm against an iron, inescapable grip, but he only giggles. when his breath tickles your skin, you feel like you’re being licked by an unquenchable fire. it sets something deep within you ablaze too. you’re torn between craving the cold touch of his fingers and survival.
vampire!rook whispers delectable things, promise and praise that echo between your bodies. it’s a lie, you know, but you can’t help but listen.
then come the fangs. teasing incisors that draaaaggg themselves along the curve of your neck, not harsh enough to draw blood quite yet, but enough to remind you just how vulnerable you are. enough to make your pulse quicken in a feeble attempt to outrun the inevitable. he likes that thrum beneath your skin, and wonders just how fast he can make it go.
vampire!rook will leave you an escape route, just so he has the chance to hunt you down again. "what a clever little creature you are!" he'd coo. and while you may ask him whether you are truly the object of his affection, or simply entertaining prey, he will only gently cup your chin and smile.
"are they not the same, my dear?"
vampire!rook can smell you all the way from his castle, perched on a hill so high, you could barely see the crumbling foundation through the endless fog. your scent had been driving him crazy for the last couple of days, and you should definitely take responsibility.
you were such a beautiful, marvelous creature, there’s no way he would let you go without a taste.
the only question remains is whether he is strong enough to hold himself back, or whether he’ll claim your blood in its entirety.
