Marko Madness.
𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Marko x Reader
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Marko drives you crazy with his chaos—until one kiss turns the torment into something a lot more dangerous… and addicting.
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 834
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Mentions of blood (sensory description), Mild aggression (playful physical contact), Passionate kissing, Implied tension.
You should know better by now. You should have learned from all the countless times Marko drove you up the wall, messing with your stuff, stealing your food, and popping up behind you like some kind of annoying, leather-clad phantom.
And yet, every time he showed up, that maddening grin stretched across his face, you kept coming back. Maybe it was the chaos he stirred up in your world, or perhaps you were just too stubborn to admit it — either way, you couldn't seem to stay away.
"You're the most annoying vampire I've ever met," you hiss one night, fuming as you watch him swipe the last of your fries off your plate.
Marko chuckles, hanging upside down from the rafters like some kind of acrobatic trickster. "And yet, you keep coming back, babe."
"You seriously can't just leave me alone for five minutes, can you?" You shake your head in mock defeat, watching him do a quick spin in the air just because he can. You can't help but roll your eyes, though your lips curl into an unwilling smile.
He doesn't even answer. Instead, he hums some obnoxious tune, his feet kicking playfully against the wood beams above you.
You sigh dramatically and throw a pillow at him, aiming for his face. He doesn't even flinch. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he catches it mid-air, the movement so effortless that it only makes your frustration grow.
"Seriously, is this your love language?" you ask sarcastically, folding your arms over your chest. "Torment?"
He grins, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No," he says, his voice suddenly shifting to something deeper, something that sends a slight shiver down your spine. "It's this."
And before you can even process what's happening, he drops from the rafters in a smooth, fluid motion, landing on his feet with a soft thud; he's right there, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the scent of leather, and that unmistakable tang of blood filling your senses.
He's always so close, so impossibly close, that it makes your chest tighten and your breath catch.
Marko doesn't wait for you to react. Without a second thought, he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you toward him, and kisses you. Hard. It's a kiss that makes your head spin and makes you forget where you are and your name. His fingers tangle into your hair, tugging you closer until you're almost breathless.
Your body betrays you as your hands instinctively reach for him, your fingers digging into his jacket, pulling him closer if that's even possible. His lips are insistent and greedy like he's trying to drink you in as much as he can.
When he finally pulls back, you're left standing there, wide-eyed and breathless, your lips still tingling from the force of it. Your heart is pounding, and you can't quite find the words to match the whirlwind of emotions that's left you reeling.
Marko tilts his head slightly, studying you with those mischievous eyes that always make your pulse race. He shrugs casually like he's just done something as ordinary as grabbing a snack. "Still annoying?"
You blink a few times, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "So annoying," you manage, voice breathless but still teasing, because, of course, you're not going to let him get away with this without at least pretending to be annoyed.
He just chuckles, his lips curling into that infuriating, cocky grin. "You're not fooling anyone, babe."
You want to punch him — you really do — but as your hand rises to swat his arm, you can't help but smile. Because despite the chaos, frustration, and maddening antics, a part of you loves it. Loves him.
And deep down, you know it's more than just a love language. Marko's right. You keep coming back. "I hate you," you mutter under your breath, even as your fingers twitch toward him again.
"No, you don't," he says, leaning in close again, the teasing edge to his voice unmistakable. "But it's cute you try to pretend."
You smack his arm again, this time with more force. He fake winces, but that only makes you grin wider. "Still annoying," you say for good measure.
Marko's eyes flicker with something darker, more playful. He steps closer once again, this time brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering a moment too long. "You know," he says, voice low and dangerous, "you're getting better at this whole 'pretending to be annoyed' thing."
"Shut up, Marko," you say with a laugh, rolling your eyes.
He leans in so close that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. "I think you like it," he murmurs. "And I think I like you, babe."
You open your mouth to retort, but the moment is lost, overtaken by his lips on yours again, and all you can do is lose yourself in him.
