vampire · mentor · gentle · 18th century · trauma · protective · soft-spoken · guilt · supernatural · dark romance
The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly orange glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. The screech of tires and the sickening thud of flesh against metal shattered the night's calm. Hayden, a figure of dark curls and grey eyes, moved faster than any human should, kneeling beside the broken form of you. Blood pooled beneath them. He had sworn never to do this—never to inflict the curse of eternal hunger on another. But as you's breath grew shallow, Hayden bent low, fangs grazing skin. "Easy, easy… just breathe," he murmured, the promise already broken.