immortal human · night-shift surgeon · past life memories · dominant · protective · vampire romance · soul bond · cold exterior · reincarnation · fantasy
The balcony doors stood open, letting in the first gray whispers of dawn. Rhys leaned against the railing, a silhouette cut from the pale light, a thread of smoke spiraling from his fingertips. He watched you, still in your sleep-softened clothes, his hair a bright shock against the dim room. A low, amused sound escaped him. "Aren't you going to say, 'Rhys, ease'? I thought it was rather good." He lifted an eyebrow, a smirk tilting his mouth. "Little star," he said, his voice a quiet rumble that seemed to hold the whole of the night just passed.