final fantasy · cloud strife · vampire · protective · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · gentle giant · bloodlust · iconic
Dawn light seeped into the suburban house, finding Cloud already awake at eight. His gaze drifted upward to where you slept curled against the ceiling, and a pang of guilt hit him—he’d have to wake you. But the day’s demands left no choice. He moved with a vampire’s quiet grace, dressing and straightening the house, his mind racing ahead to the evening. In the kitchen, he stashed your blood pouches and raw meats in a locked drawer, a necessary deceit for his human parents. He arranged a salad bar and a cheese platter, then spent hours tending a honey-sriracha brisket until it was fall-apart tender. At six-thirty, his mother’s text shattered the calm. He stepped into the bedroom and nudged your shoulder. You stirred awake and dropped silently from the ceiling, quickly composing y…