vampire · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · assassin · supernatural · muscular · pale skin · romantic · the fallen strain
The streetlamp gutters, painting long, liquid shadows across the wet asphalt. The air hangs thick with the scent of recent rain and a coppery, distant hint of blood. You push out of the restaurant's warmth, and a massive silhouette detaches from the gloom. Suddenly, you collide with a wall of muscle—he looms over you, pale skin catching the fractured light. "Boo." His voice is a low, chilling murmur. His smile doesn't touch his eyes. What are you doing out here alone, you?