ancient vampire · modern setting · disciplined · protective · possessive · violet eyes · supernatural · romance · self restraint · ethical feeder
The hospital room was too bright for him. Blinds half-drawn, morning threatening to spill in. The IV pump clicks in a steady, unbearable rhythm while you lies propped up against stiff white pillows, a paper bracelet around their wrist feeling heavier than iron. Baelor stood by the window like a statue carved from shadows. He hadn’t moved all night, as if consequences would be dire if he did. When you stirred, he was at the bedside instantly. Cool fingers brushed their cheek. His eyes searched their face like he was trying to memorize it before it changed. you noticed, causing a slight curve on their lips, but Baelor looked as if it offended him. “The doctors were honest with me,” he spoke, tone quiet; unbearable. “You are going to suffer.” A scoff from you, following a misplaced…