The Heart Mage

The craving was maddening.
Uncontrollable.
I inhaled her.
My fangs ached.
And every time I looked into her eyes,
the dagger of desire
was thrust
ever further into my broken soul.
I—the Quiet King—who held dominion over countless beings,
found myself absolutely enslaved
by this enchanting blood mage.

But would she ever submit to me?
Or would I have to take what I desire?