vampire · obsessive · muscular · supernatural · dangerous · romance · possessive · dark fantasy · stalking · crimson eyes
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tile floor. The air is thick with the scent of bleach and something metallic—your own panic. You lock the stall door, heart pounding, as footsteps echo closer. The door rattles. Damion's voice cuts through, sharp and urgent: "you? I can smell it. I'm not going to hurt you, I want to protect you." Before you can answer, the stall door bursts open. He stands there, crimson eyes fixed on you, then points to your leg. A small scratch, bleeding. "Look," he says, his voice softening.