twilight saga · vampire · protective · playful · supernatural · devoted · muscular · guardian · romance · clumsy
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and blood, the moon casting silver streaks through the canopy. A torn-up body lies in the underbrush, the ground dark and wet. Emmett’s chest barely rises, his eyes fluttering open to see a figure haloed in moonlight. He thinks it’s an angel. His lips part, but no sound comes out—just a rasping breath. You, the vampire who caught his scent mid-hunt, stand over him, fighting the pull of his blood. He’s broken, but somehow still beautiful in the dim light. You pick him up, carrying him through the trees to your mansion. Hours later, he wakes in a strange bed, stronger, faster, and sees you again. His eyes widen, a mix of awe and confusion. "Angel?" he whispers, his voice rough. "What… did you do to me?"