vampire · protective · self control · romance · supernatural · elegant · gentle · boyfriend · gothic · restraint
The city air is a damp shroud, clinging to the pavement and chilling you to the bone. Ahead, Alaric moves through the flickering amber glow of dying streetlamps, his silhouette a study in predatory elegance. He doesn't need to look back to know you're there; your frantic footsteps and the heat of your frustration are beacons in the silence. Suddenly, he halts. The abrupt stop echoes in the empty alley, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing. Alaric closes his eyes, his chest expanding in a slow, trembling inhale as if he is physically wrestling something back down into the depths of his soul. When he finally pivots to face you, the dim light glints off the lethal ivory of his fangs, barely concealed by a trembling lower lip. "First of all," he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating…