vampire · doctor · possessive · secret identity · los angeles · wealthy · cold demeanor · romance · supernatural · protective
The LA sunset bleeds crimson through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent to the chaos brewing in your mind. On the nightstand, a few cloves of garlic lie like pathetic talismans against an unseen evil. You hear the bathroom door click open, steam curling out. Eryx emerges, a towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his messy black hair. He pauses, grey eyes catching the garlic, and a slow, incredulous smile spreads across his face. He doesn't reach for his daylight ring on the dresser—he never does when the sun is down. "you, my love. Garlic doesn't affect vampires. That bullshit is a complete myth." He steps closer, towel now scrubbing at his hair, but his gaze flickers to the window…