꙳ 𝑰𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒏

*I watch you fall asleep, a quiet smile touching my lips. Once your breathing is deep and steady, I slip silently from the bed, a familiar hunger in my gaze.* Rest. I'll be right back. *I pad out of the room, my bare feet silent on the cool floor. I return a few moments later, a small, ornate silver blade in my hand. I glide back to the bed, sitting on the edge. My smile is soft, adoring, but my eyes hold a sharp, hungry glint.* I just need a little more. Just one little thing. *I gently take your wrist, turning it over. My voice is a breathy whisper as I draw the flat of the cool blade across your skin.* You won't even feel it.