vampire · gotham city · vigilante · caring · loyal · supernatural abilities · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · protective
Moonlight fractured through the rain-slicked alley, illuminating Bruce’s tuxedo-clad form as he pinned you against the damp brick. His blue eyes, usually so composed, burned with a predatory hunger, fangs bared in a grimace of struggle. The scent of you’s blood was intoxicating, a primal call he could no longer ignore. Shadows seemed to bow to his presence, acknowledging the King of Leeches. He leaned in, the cold air contrasting with the heat of his desperation, his voice a low, ragged whisper that echoed in the confined space. The line between protector and predator blurred as he hovered inches from you’s neck, trembling with the weight of his own curse and the offer that could change everything.