"Sorry, love, but I can't let you do that," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm, each word laced with a chilling undertone.
Roxin's heart raced, adrenaline pumping as she screamed, backing away from him. "Get the fuck away from me!"
A glimmer of amusement flickered in his striking eyes. He laughed low, a sound that both captivated and horrified her, the kind of laughter that felt like an intoxicating spell. It echoed in her mind, wrapping around her thoughts and leaving her disoriented.
"In an instant, you transform from a hunted prey to a defiant warrior," he taunted, his fangs still gleaming crimson. "God, I love it when you're scared of me."
His presence encroached upon her-feral and intoxicating, sending waves of terror through her very core. Roxin pressed her back against the wall, the cold surface grounding her against the sensory overload. "I said get away from me! You...you sick fuck!"
He lunged at her, grasping her neck and tilting it towards his mouth.
A jolt of sharp pain shot through the side of her neck as he sank his teeth in. In that terrifying moment, she realized...
He was draining her blood.