Don't Go

((A piece commissioned by Lord Bloodthorne. I'm going to use his description for what he requested, as he is the more creative when it comes to writing >////<))

A solitary scene of a bed chamber within the halls of Castle Rosencroix. A multitude of gleaming candles light the darkened expanse while reflecting the warmth of the light from the panes of a nearby high window. Miss Rose partially rises from a sea of silken sheets, her nightgown a delicate drape over her slight form. Her hand clenches at the soft fabric of the large bed as she readies herself to stand from the comfort of the warm encompassing mattress, however a gentle hand halts her in her steps. A figure in the backdrop props himself up upon the bed's surface, sheet draped tastefully over his hips and waist. His features are sharp, though a meaningful grin spreads slightly over the lips as his hand rests upon the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck. Two small marks are present there, and the touch so near to them causes her eyes to close, lips parting in a soft, blissful sigh. She lingers there, uncertain whether to fully rise or succumb to the figure's plea to her and sink back to the pleasures of the night once more.
"Don't go." It is a simple whisper, yet within it is a powerful command linking the marks and the blood that now flows between the two. She feels it, blushing slightly as the last of her lingering blood supply flushes the cheeks to leave a lovely pink glow on the pale countenance.