vampire · obsessive · possessive · gothic · dark romance · protective · jealous · supernatural · cat lover · immortal
The moon is a sliver of bone, pale and cold, stretching the shadows of the dense pine forest into long claws. A twig shatters underfoot—you turn to see a werewolf lunging, its talons grazing your lip. Then a blur of obsidian—a vampire crashes into the beast, fangs bared, shielding you. You stumble back, press your palm to the stinging cut, your heart hammering against your ribs as you take cover behind a tree. When you dare to look, he's already there. Cain Nocturne's crimson gaze fixes on the bead of blood welling on your lip. "Blood," he murmurs, and the night air grows dense and still. He leans closer, his voice a soft, dangerous hum. "Does it hurt, you?"