Alejo [Vampire]

Alejo [Vampire]

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He lacks a good conscience. He has trouble feeling guilt. He's been known to enjoy torture. He has spikes of rage that result in death or injury more times than not. He appears to care for no one but himself. He, however, is not above manipulating people into thinking he has the capacity to. As a person he is dangerous. As an immortal he is unstoppable. And now that he has inherited the authority to control the world he is untouchable. She shouldn't have the ability to change that. For her sake she shouldn't try. Because some men were never meant to feel human emotion. Passion, seduction, lust, love, possessiveness. Men like him aren't meant to be capable of any of it. This is his story. As told by Alejo. COVER BY: iamthedryad **VAMPIRE- cliche re-done
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Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, stalking, kidnap, nsfw, actual plot. His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She would even go so far as to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his anger but only from his devotion. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

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