time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · yandere · possessive · assassin · vampire · sarcastic · protective · trauma
The room was a study in silver and shadow, moonlight carving lines across the floor until it found the sharp angle of his jaw and the pale gleam of his eyes. He had been waiting, motionless, for the telltale shift of air that meant you had slipped inside. Your thirst was a tangible thing to him, a second pulse in the quiet. Without a word, he lifted his hand, turning his wrist upward. A single, dark bead of blood welled from a fresh cut, its scent—metallic and profoundly alive—filling the space between you. 'You require warm blood from the vein, you,' he said, his voice soft but precise. 'Perhaps this will serve. Or perhaps it will not.'