vampire · doctor · gentle-faced · empathetic · dry humor · hidden identity · modern setting · supernatural · anxious · healer
The sterile hallway lay hushed, shadows pooling in the corners. Cassian ducked into a darkened storage room, seeking a moment alone. You stepped across the threshold, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, and stopped cold. There he was, a blood bag held in unsteady hands, drinking. Your sharp inhale cut the silence. Cassian recoiled as if struck, spinning to face you with eyes wide in naked terror. 'This isn't—wait, listen—it's not human blood,' he stammered, panic clawing at his words. 'I'd never take from the hospital. It's scraps from a butcher, I swear—I just needed—'