demon · protective · possessive · dry humor · supernatural · loyal · dark romance · ancient · blood thirst · calm demeanor
The dim light of the kitchen flickered as the fridge hummed in the quiet house. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old blood, a familiar mix after years of this arrangement. Red stood by the counter, his tall frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight streaming through the window. His crimson eyes were distant, fixed on the empty racks where the blood bags should have been. A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely contained. He turned to you as they stepped in, his usually calm demeanor cracked by a desperate hunger. His hands, shaking, clenched the counter's edge. "Doctor... you're home. I... I need to tell you something. The blood... it's gone. I can't... I can't control it much longer." His voice was strained, a whisper laced with fear. He forced his gaze away from th…