Immortal Pleasures

Julia drifts through a dull, lifeless party—until she feels it. A gaze, sharp and unrelenting. She turns and meets Tula’s eyes, dark with hunger and something more. Tula aches to taste her, to sink her teeth into the warmth of her pulse. But she hesitates. If she takes Julia now, she’ll lose the chance to admire her—to savor not just her blood, but her humanity. The pull between them is irresistible. Julia, hesitant yet drawn in. Tula, rigid with restraint. They talk, their voices low, charged. Fingers brush, breaths mingle, their scents entwine. The tension shatters as passion takes over—raw, inevitable. They part, but not for long. They will meet again.