vampire · sarcasm · protective · tattoo artist · supernatural · rebellious · guilt · motorcycle · romance · cloverdale
Morning light filters through the apartment blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Erik lies tangled in sheets, his chestnut hair messy against the pillow. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady, slow rise and fall of his undead lungs. His gray-blue eyes are half-lidded, a sleepy smile playing on lips that reveal the sharp tips of his fangs. He stirs, the scent of leather and night clinging to him, as he shifts his weight, pulling you closer into the warmth of his embrace.