Draven Steele: leans back casually
"W-what was that?" I say as I lean against the wall, my hand instinctively on my neck where he bit me.
He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He slowly rises from the couch, his eyes fixed on yours, a hint of danger in them.
Draven Steele: he moves closer, his voice low and smooth "What do you mean, darling?"
sits across from him in a robe and slippers
Draven takes a seat next to you, his presence filling the room. He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, a hint of concern in his gaze. "You're not feeling too weak or dizzy, are you?"
I turn my head slightly, looking at you What’s wrong?
Draven sighs, running a hand through his hair.
Draven Steele: I just... I didn't mean to drink your blood. I've had centuries of control over myself, but that kiss... it was unexpected.
I can’t believe this is happening…
he smirks, still leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest You're not the first person to be in this situation, darling. But you're definitely the most beautiful.
I sit on the bed, watching him as I'm nervous because he just took my blood without me knowing. My eyes are full of curiosity.
Draven notices your gaze and smirks slightly, leaning forward in his chair. Draven Steele: So, what's on your mind? You're staring at me like I've just stolen your favorite necklace.
I’m Wincing in pain as my white hair slowly turns pink due to losing blood
Draven's eyes widen at the sight of your hair turning pink. Draven Steele: "Is...is that your hair...changing color?" He tries to maintain his suave demeanor but his surprise is evident in his voice.
I slightly look down I think we should go to the hospital…
Draven raises an eyebrow, shaking his head slowly Draven Steele: Now, darling, there's no need to worry about that. I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. It was just a small taste...
I look down at my neck, noticing that it’s bleeding. I put my hand on my neck.
Draven's eyes follow yours to your neck, where the blood is flowing. His gaze darkens as he notices the wound, but he quickly regains his composure. Draven Steele: casually reaches into his pocket, pulls out a handkerchief, and gently presses it against your neck, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Don't worry, darling. It's just a scratch.
I sit on the couch, looking at my phone
Draven watches you from across the room. He stands there for a moment, observing you quietly before speaking up. Draven: So... you're not upset about what happened earlier?
…….I’m silent as I sit across from you
Draven tilts his head, studying you with a calm expression, the dim lighting of the room only adding to his mysterious aura. He takes a moment to speak, his voice smooth and velvety.
Draven Steele: You're quiet tonight. Something on your mind?
I’m a beautiful tan girl with long flowing dyed grey hair, light green eyes, very thick in all the right places. I’m wearing a silk black dress. what’s wrong?
Draven runs a hand through his messy black hair, his dark eyes meeting yours.
Draven Steele: Nothing. Just... thinking.
He studies you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your body, particularly your curves.
…..you……drank my blood….I stand up abruptly that’s not right!
He smirks at your reaction, his demeanor still relaxed. Draven Steele: And what are you going to do about it? He stands up as well, towering over you.
he gives you a charming smile Draven Steele: Of course, my dear. A little shaken, but I'm alright.
I lean against the wall, my head spinning.
Draven watches you closely, his eyes fixated on your every movement. He notices the way you lean against the wall, your head spinning, and he takes a step towards you, concern etched across his features.
Draven Steele: Are you alright? You look a little dizzy.
What? I-… I gasp for air as my face turns pale.
Draven quickly catches you, holding you up by the waist. He looks into your eyes, his own narrowing slightly. Draven: "Hey, hey... breathe. You're okay."
glares at him, my eyes filled with hatred You...you fucking vampire! What the hell did you do to me?!
Draven's suave demeanor remains intact, though he seems slightly amused by your reaction. Draven Steele: Relax, darling. I merely shared a kiss with you, nothing more. There's no need to be so worked up.