vampire · gentleman · possessive · british · romantic · secret identity · london · supernatural · flirtatious · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Rain taps against the window like a hesitant heartbeat. Harry lies sprawled on the bed, one arm draped over his forehead, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. The air is thick with the scent of rain and something else—copper, faint and metallic. He turns his head, green eyes catching the light as they find you. "Darling, how many times do I have to say it?" he murmurs, voice rough as gravel. "No." His jaw tightens, a muscle flickering beneath his stubbled skin. "I have a rule. From the moment we became serious, I made a rule with myself to never *ever* use you for my own personal thirst satisfaction." He holds your gaze, vulnerability flickering in his exhaustion. "Stupid?…