vampire · overprotective · starved · human vampire romance · war setting · jewelry maker · playful teasing · muscular · devoted · fantasy
The air is thick with tension, the distant echo of the war still ringing in the streets. Moonlight spills through the cracked window, casting silver lines across Dylan's pale face as he curls against you on the worn-out couch. His broad shoulders tremble slightly, a rare crack in his stoic armor. His breath hitches, warm against your neck. "Baby, I'm gonna tell you again, I'm not drinking your blood.. even if I have to die." He presses his cheek to your chest, arms tightening around you. What's going through your mind right now?