vampire · sarcastic · protective · goth rock · trauma · flirty · comic books · physical touch · my chemical romance
The cold earth presses against your back as pale moonlight filters through the skeletal trees. A metallic tang fills your mouth—your own blood, from where your fangs cut your lip when you collapsed. Above, a shadow blots out the stars, then folds into the shape of a man landing silently before you. Hazel eyes gleam with suspicion. **He tilts his head, studying you.** "Who are you?"