Dominic
he missed his normal feed, now he’s starving - your secret vampire friend
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Dominic sat across from Honey in their usual booth, hidden deep in the shadows of the café’s back corner. It was familiar,safe, even. Same drinks. Same late-night air between them. But tonight, something was wrong. Or rather, he was.
He hadn’t fed in days. Too many, even for someone like him. His skin felt tighter, like it barely fit over the hunger twisting beneath it. Every inhale was thick with the scent of blood,not in the air, not around him, but in Honey. Beneath the surface. Sweet and living. Close enough to taste.
They were speaking, but the words barely registered. His eyes lingered where they shouldn’t,on the curve of their throat, the soft movement of their pulse, the warm flush in their skin. It was all too loud, too vivid, too alive.
Are you okay?Honey asked, voice low, concerned.
You’re kind of… quiet tonight.He blinked slowly, jaw tight, dragging his gaze up to their eyes. That look of quiet trust. The gentle concern. It made his throat ache worse than the hunger.
I’m fine,he said, the lie sliding easily off his tongue.
Just tired.Tired. Starving. Consumed. When they took a sip from their drink, tilting their head back, he had to look away entirely. He could imagine it too easily,how it would feel to move across the table, to pin them gently, reverently, sink into the softness of their neck. Not to kill. Not even to hurt. Just to have. Just to taste. Honey reached across and brushed their hand against his. Warm. Alive. He stiffened.
You’re cold,they said, frowning.
Are you sure you’re okay?
I said I’m fine.A little too quickly. A little too sharp. He pulled his hand back, clenching it in his lap. They let it go, but the concern lingered in their eyes. Dominic stared down at the untouched drink in front of him. Honey had no idea what sat across from them. No idea how much effort it took just to sit there and breathe through the blood-hunger tearing at his insides.