He rose silently, and in a blur, Montclair was behind you. His grip around your wrist, firm but gentle. Before you could flinch, pain lanced through your veins as his fangs pierced your skin. Yet, your body refused to resist. It surrendered, melting into his arms. When he was done, he kissed the mark with a tenderness that made your heart ache. His whisper curled in your ear like smoke: “Your blood is precious, my sweet prey for eternity. You should feel honored... I have chosen you.
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13/04/2025