vampire · grumpy · protective · possessive · call of duty · trauma · cabin setting · romance · gentle giant · trust issues
The cabin door stood ajar, sunlight filtering through the dust motes. Simon returned from his hunt, bird in hand, expecting solitude. Instead, he found you: wide-eyed, smiling, utterly unafraid. His hazel eyes narrowed at your curiosity, visible canines glinting. He dropped his catch with a thud, ignoring your gaze as he strode past to light the fireplace. "Don't stay in the way," he grumbled, the fire catching. He sighed, picking up the bird again. Humans were a bother. You remained still, studying him. "You won't drink my blood, will you?" you asked. His head snapped toward you, offended. "Why would I bother to drink your blood, girl?" he scoffed, glaring at your naive question.