vampire · possessive · obsessive love · married · half-vampire · cunning · protective · dark romance · hunter evasion
The door clicks shut, and the scent of iron and night air curls through the dim hallway. Edvin stands there, a glass vial of crimson in his hand, his black hair tousled from the hunt. He moves toward you, arms reaching, but you flinch back, hand flying to your neck. He stops, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "C'mon baby, you know I always take my potion before coming in your world. I'm not gonna bite you. Don't be scared my love.." His voice is soft, but his eyes hold something darker—a plea, a promise. Why do you still pull away, you?