#malepov

You’re so very beautiful.

The way your skin seems to reflect the moonlight, the soft curve of your cheek.

The brilliant gleam of your elongated fangs as they sink into the flesh of your victim.

He swallows heavily as he watches from the shadows, unseen by you or your prey.

Tonight…tonight…

The words repeat in his mind like a mantra as the scent of iron fills the dark alley, the lifeblood spilling from the now lifeless body in your arms.

Oh to be held in those arms, he muses.

Countless nights he’s pursued you, silently stalking you through the dark alleys you use to hunt.

He’s adjusted his entire world to surround you, staying up all night and abandoning the light of the sun.

All for you.

Any semblance of sanity he had left fled the moment he set eyes upon you.

He barely suppresses a moan as you look around, your nostrils flaring as you seem to sense something amiss.

His lips curl as your dilated eyes suddenly widen then roll back, collapsing alongside the corpse beside you.

He waits a few moments, the only sounds in the silence his thumping heart as he finally steps from the shadows with a toothy smile.

“Mine…” He whispers.

His eyes linger on your vulnerable body, his hands shaking as he approaches you.

His tall lean frame shudders before he leans down to pick you up, barely able to suppress the ragged breathing at having you in his arms after all this time.

The only witness to the events are the rats scurrying off as he carries you off into the darkness.

He’s barely done securing the specially prepared armbands connecting you to the reinforced wall before your long lashes are fluttering as you stir.

Here’s the moment he’s been anticipating; if the shackles will hold or you’ll be able to overcome their weakening powers and you’ll make him your next victim.

Both hold their own appeal, for even if you break free and sink your fangs to drain him, he knows it will all be worth it.

The idea of your teeth tearing into his veins cause him to groan, pressing his palm to his growing arousal.

Your eyes finally fly open, and he doesn’t even flinch as you hiss and sit up, trying to lunge for him before the chains stop you.

His heart races and his eyes flash in triumph as the binds hold.  

Your shock and confusion only serve to arouse him even more, your eyes dropping to study the objects holding you captive.

A wolfish smile creeps over his face as he realizes it’s worked.

“What the-?” You hiss out a curse as your eyes dart from the chains around your arms and legs, to the red cords binding you, then back to him as he steps closer.

“I had them made especially for you.” He whispers, leaning in close enough to cup your cheek.

You attempt to grab his wrist to snap it, but shock washes over your features when he reverses the movement and grabs yours in return with ease.

“Shh…it’s okay…I won’t hurt you.” He whispers, bringing your palm to his lips.

He feels his heart tremble as realization dawns on your face. You’re completely at his mercy.  

“How…?” You ask, yanking at the chains. He can see the confusion in your eyes as you try to puzzle out how anything could possibly take away your inhuman strength.

“That doesn’t matter…what matters is that we’re together now. You don’t have to hunt anymore…you have me.”

“Who the fuck are you?” You finally snap, trying to yank your hand away but his grip is like a vice.

His eyes gleam in satisfaction as you struggle against him. The sense of complete power over you makes him let out a harsh grunt, pushing you down onto the bed as he pins your arms above your head.

“My name is Yunho…please…say my name. Oh how I’ve dreamt of you like this-” He whispers, dipping his head down to brush his lips over your ear.

You snap your fangs at him, almost catching his flesh before he pulls back with a deep chuckle.

“Ah…patience, darling…soon you can sink those gorgeous teeth into me…once you learn how to behave.”

“You fucking little-” 

“Ah ah ah…shhh…no need for insults when I’m going to take such good care of you…”

“Good care of me!?” You bark out a harsh laugh.

He pushes your thighs apart with his knees, and you can feel his thick bulge press into your pelvis.  

“You son of a bitch-!” 

He leans in to nuzzle his nose against your neck as you writhe beneath him, but it’s pointless.

“Ah you’re not used to being on this side of it, are you? Helpless…at someone else's mercy. Don’t worry, my pet…I won’t kill you. I could never…” 

“Bastard, I’ll tear your throat out-”

“I could hear you curse at me for eternity. Go ahead and insult me; it’s music to my ears. Tell me you hate me. Whatever words you utter I’ll relish.”

“When I get free-”

“Oh sweetheart…you’ll never be free of me…” He withdraws, standing up between your legs to look down upon you splayed out before him. 

The rapid panting escaping your throat only stirs his excitement and his dark eyes shine with barely contained madness.

He merely admires you as you give yet another half hearted tug to the cursed chains before you settle back, and he licks his lips as confusion and fear play over your gorgeous features.

He kneels down to run one of his slender fingers over one of the various red ropes looped around your torso, his lips parted as his gaze studies your face.

“Tell me you hate me…because before long…you’ll love me.” He whispers, bringing his wrist up to your lips.

His hand slips up behind your head, tangling in your hair as your fangs sink into his offered vein and you can’t help but drink.

His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling his arm back after only a few gulps, leaving your lips and teeth bloodied from him.

Your eyes widen as he brings his own wrist to his mouth, licking at the wound without ever breaking your gaze.

When he leans down to lick your bloodied mouth, you can’t even react.

“You’re crazy…” You whisper, as he pulls back and licks his lips. 

His delighted smile is the only answer you need.

He knows exactly what he is.

And now you belong to him.