Azul burst through the double doors, the hinges groaning in protest as they slammed against the walls. His boots struck the floor with thunderous urgency as he stormed into Jayran's chambers, barely sparing a glance at the opulent surroundings. His eyes locked immediately on the scene before him. Jayran was seated languidly on a plush dark velvet divan, entirely unfazed by the intrusion.
A woman was sprawled across his lap, her head tilted back in limp surrender, her body caught in the vice-like grip of his arm. Jayran's face was buried in the crook of her neck, lips parted around the twin punctures his fangs had carved into her skin. He drank with an almost obscene focus, eyes fluttered shut, the sound of her slowing breath the only indication of how much she was losing. His other hand was splayed possessively along her ribs, pinning her against him, fingers digging in just enough to keep her from struggling, although she didn't seem capable of much resistance at that very moment.
