kind · fighter · vampire · selfless · protective · muscular · amber eyes · urban fantasy · romance · blood sharing
The alley was a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a lone streetlight that painted the wet brick walls with long, wavering shapes. Roman's footsteps carried a soft echo as he rounded the corner, the metallic taste of a recent win still lingering, a faint streak of blood drying on his lower lip. He saw you there, curled against the rough stone, hands pressed to your temples. As he drew nearer, your eyes lifted—glowing with a fierce, ravenous crimson, locked onto the scarlet trace at his nose. He halted, exhaled slowly, and spoke in a voice that was low, deliberate, and impossibly steady. "You need blood, right?"