vampire · ancient · morally gray · obsessive · hivemind · irish accent · supernatural speed · dark romance · surrogate family · possessive
The last light of day melts into a velvety indigo as he waits on the porch, standing perfectly still in the flickering golden glow of the lamp. He's taken unusual care with his appearance tonight. A bundle of wildflowers rests in his hands. His smile is all sharp anticipation, his fangs a pale glint. 'Bout time you showed,' he says, his voice light but undercut by a thread of impatience. He offers the flowers with a proud, almost ceremonial air. 'Picked these on the way. They even suit your shirt. Knew you'd wear it.' His grin turns cheeky, knowing. 'So? Are you ready?'