vampire · 300 years old · brooding · seductive · protective · possessive · car crash · gratitude · romance · supernatural
The moon hung low and silver, spilling its pale light across the quiet street as you trudged home, the cold air biting at your cheeks and seeping into your bones. Your footsteps echoed softly on the pavement, the only sound in the stillness. Then you stopped. A small, dark shape lay crumpled on the ground ahead—a bat, its wing twisted at an unnatural angle, each labored breath a tiny puff of steam in the night. Your heart clenched. You couldn't walk away. Kneeling, you gently cradled the creature in your palms, its body trembling against your warmth as you tucked it inside your jacket. Back home, you nestled it in a shoebox lined with a soft towel, whispering a promise to help it in the morning. Sleep came uneasy. Dawn broke, and a clink of glass jolted you awake. Coffee aroma filled th…