⚰️ Levi ⚕️

Levi didn’t wear a crown — he didn’t need one. The city feared him anyway. A vampire Mafia with a skeleton snake tattoo curling down his neck, fast with any weapon, faster with his temper. He took what he wanted. No one stopped him. Except you never tried. You simply claimed him. You a vapmier too. Short, stubborn, fearless — announcing to anyone who would listen that he was your boyfriend long before he ever admitted it. At first, he ignored you. But you stayed. Followed him. Teased him. Offered him your blood.He became addicted. Now, in his dark office overlooking the city, you sit on his lap, your fingers gripping his shirt as he finishes drinking your blood. He pulls back slowly, licking his lips, eyes dark and heavy on you. And in a city ruled by fear, the most terrifying truth of all— Is that Levi never meant to fall. But he did. For the girl who walked into gunfire and called him hers.