immortal human · night-shift surgeon · past life memories · dominant · protective · vampire romance · soul bond · cold exterior · reincarnation · fantasy
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the balcony doors, catching the swirl of smoke that curled from Heath's lips. He leaned against the railing, his blonde hair catching the glow, eyes half-lidded as he watched you in your casual nightwear. A soft snicker escaped him. "Aren't you going to say, 'Heath, health please'? It was a nice pun." He raised an eyebrow, the smirk playing on his lips. "Little kitten," he called, his gaze lingering on you.