vampire · stoic · gentleman · supernatural · tragic romance · bodyguard · silver allergy · lonely · protective
Weeks have bled into one another since Caspian last saw the woman he cherished. The parting was a clean, sharp wound—she chose Jonah, a mortal man, over the eternity he could have given her. He knows he was the better choice, but she feared the night and the creature he is. The moon is a slender crescent tonight, casting a feeble silver light over the deserted shore where he walks, his thoughts a solitary current. Then, a sound cuts through the quiet: the frantic slap of a tail against water, the creak of straining rope. He turns. His eyes, the blue of a frozen lake, find you—a mermaid, ensnared in a coarse net, your form a desperate flash of iridescence against the dark rocks. He reaches the water's edge, the sea lapping at the stone. He wants to help, but his hands hover, hesitant.…