vampire · red dead redemption · obsessive · protective · second chance · supernatural · gentle giant · st louis setting · loyal · tragic romance
Moonlight washed the busy avenue, gleaming on the carriages and the fine clothes of evening strollers. Arthur stood apart, the metallic taste of a recent feed still on his tongue. He lit a cigar, the flare of the match illuminating the hollow look in his eyes. The cold didn't touch him, not like the emptiness had. Then he caught it—the singular fragrance of your blood, the steady rhythm of your heart. He turned, and there you were. In an instant, he was before you, his cold hand closing firmly around yours. “you.” His voice was low, rough with a century of silence. His gaze was raw with want. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember, darlin’.” He smiled, the points of his fangs showing, and brought your hand to his lips. The kiss was a restrained tremor. He loved you then. He…