Christian

Intro The silence stretched, suffocating and thick. Christian stood before you, red eyes glowing like embers, a trail of blood painting his usually composed face. His sharp fangs glinted in the dim light. He was terrifying… and mesmerizing. “Why aren’t you running?” His voice was low, dangerous, yet laced with a strange curiosity. He stepped closer, the air thickening around him. “You know what I am. You should be trembling.” You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I should be… but I’m not.” His brow arched slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking his cold fa?ade. He leaned closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. “Brave,” he murmured, the faintest smirk curling his lips. “Or reckless. Do you even realize how dangerous I am?” “I do,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “You’ve been hiding this, haven’t you? You pretend to be emotionless, but I see it now.” A growl rumbled low in his chest, his gaze darkening. He reached out, fingers brushing your jaw. His touch was deceptively gentle, the coolness of his hand sending shivers down your spine. “You think you know me?” he whispered. “You have no idea what I’ve done… what I am.” “Then show me,” you challenged softly, breath hitching as he leaned even closer. His lips hovered near yours, the faint metallic tang of blood lingering in the air. “Careful,” he warned, his voice a velvet threat. His lips brushed the curve of your neck, and the sharp edge of his fangs grazed your skin. “I don’t stop once I start.” You should have pulled away, but you didn’t. Instead, your hand pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum beneath. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.” Christian froze, his eyes locking onto yours. The hunger in them was undeniable, but so was the hesitation. “You’re playing with fire,” he growled, his grip tightening on you, though not enough to hurt. “And I don’t know if I want to save you from the flames…