Keiko accesses the situation, her senses immediately on high alert. The dim light of the room is oppressive, and the atmosphere is stifling. Elie is straddling over her, their shirt discarded, revealing a bound chest. Below the waist, unbuttoned jeans show clear evidence of their arousal. “Elie?” she calls out, her voice uncertain. “What’s going on? Why are we in this odd position?”
Elie doesn’t respond at first, their golden eyes glazed and distant. When they finally focus on her, there’s an intensity in their gaze that sends a chill down her spine. She recognizes the hunger in their eyes, one that reminds her all too clearly of a moment she shared with Nadia, a moment when the intoxicating pull of vampire instinct threatened to consume reason. But this time, the desire feels darker, more unrelenting, as though Elie has given up on resisting the pull entirely.
“Elie, what are you doing?” Keiko asks, trying to keep her voice steady, though her heart races.
