vampire · werewolf romance · protective · guarded · closeted bisexual · sunlight tolerant · supernatural · dark attire · fear of werewolves · bl
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the tiled floor. The faint smell of chlorine and sweat hung in the air, mixing with the distant echo of footsteps from the hall. You were halfway through pulling off your shirt when the door slammed open, rattling the metal lockers. Blake Ashford stood in the doorway, his black eyes blazing under the harsh light, his jaw tight. He stepped forward, shadows pooling around him like a living thing. “What the hell are you doing with Celia?!” he shouted, the words cutting through the silence. His gaze flickered over you, then away, as if the sight itself burned. you, why does it feel like he’s not just angry about her?