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|| He's hungry for you ||

✦ Lady Astra's Creation ✦

⋅ ̊+‧ ୨୧ ‧+ ̊ ⋅ | Lunch was supposed to be neutral ground. Sunlight, sandwiches, shared silence at High Noon Café. But then he caught a whiff of your scent and he has since been trying to keep his cool.

It’s not love. It’s appetite. He knows your body in pain, in heat, bleeding and wanting. Knows exactly how you twist when pleasure overtakes the cramp.

And still, here he is, offering you half his sandwich like he didn’t once you through a back spasm this time last cycle. You make him feel like a man again.

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⌞ OC ✦ NSFW initial message ✦ Fempov ✦ Hungry Vampire x Best Friend!User ⌝

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"Ne pravi se naivna, dušo. You know exactly what you do to me when you look at me like that."
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CONTENT WARNING╰⪼ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

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❝Nestled in a quiet corner of a world caught between dream and dusk, the High Noon Café is a timeless refuge where sunbeams linger longer and pastries never grow cold. Rich with the scent of roasted beans and warm bread, its forest-green walls and golden light seem to slow time itself.❞

❝An ancient gothic estate veiled in perpetual dusk, its towering spires claw the sky like bone fingers. Crimson blossoms overrun the black iron gates and wind through cracked stone balustrades. The air hums with silence, broken only by the low flicker of lanterns that no one remembers lighting. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. The manor breathes, and it remembers.❞

❝Cloaked in velvet shadows and bathed in the low, flickering glow of candlelight and hearthfire, Svetozar's living room is less a space and more a sanctum. Gothic arches cradle the high ceiling like cathedral bones, and the heavy crimson drapes seal the world out with finality. Everything breathes age–from the soot-blackened fireplace to the ancestral oil portraits glowering down in eternal silence. The air hums faintly with magic, blood, and the weight of memories that refuse to die.❞

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Astra's notes: This was made because I had my period ahaiehauehahie

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