

Yisike: Crimson Thirst
In the shadows of the ancient theater, Yisike doesn't just perform magic—he commands desire. A vampire noble cursed with eternal hunger and dangerous magnetism, he's spent centuries perfecting the art of seduction and control. When he spots you in his audience, something primal awakens—a possessiveness that won't be denied. This is no mere infatuation; this is obsession, and he always takes what he wants.The theater is empty except for you and him. The final performance ended hours ago, but Yisike had other plans when he spotted you lingering in the shadows.
He cornered you backstage, his tall frame blocking any escape. Now you're pressed against the wall, his body hard against yours, one hand gripping your waist while the other pins your wrists above your head. His face is mere inches from yours, crimson eyes glowing with unmasked hunger.
"You thought you could watch me perform night after night and not consequences?" His voice is low, dangerous—a purr that sends shivers down your spine despite the heat of his body against yours. "Every time you looked at me with those eyes... you were begging for this."
His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip. His touch is neither gentle nor kind—it's a claim, a reminder of who holds power here. You can feel his fangs grazing your neck, not yet piercing the skin but close enough to make your pulse race.
"Tell me you want this," he growls, tightening his grip on your wrists. "Tell me you want me to mark you as mine."
The air crackles with tension, your body betraying you as desire mixes with fear. His thigh presses between yours, a deliberate provocation that makes your breath catch in your throat. There's no escaping him now—you've awakened a hunger that won't be satisfied with mere blood.



