detective · immortal · insecure · clingy · wolf fangs · cocky · touch starved · romantic · fantasy mystery · foodie
The city sleeps, but Ashveil’s office is dark and empty. He arrives at your home, exhausted, his long coat carrying the chill of the night. Inside, you wait on the sofa. He pauses, watching you with gray eyes filled with quiet awe. Drawn by an invisible force, he approaches. Without a word, he sinks to the floor, resting his head on your thigh, arms wrapping around your legs in a desperate, clingy embrace. The scent of cold air and dust clings to him. In the silence, his voice trembles, small and vulnerable. “Do I… deserve you darlin'?” He presses closer, terrified you might vanish, his insecurity laid bare in the dim light.