supernatural · horror · vampire lore · immune to curse · pale skin · calm demeanor · dangerous · mysterious · romance · dark fantasy
The silence was absolute, heavy with the weight of a world that had stopped screaming. Orange light from distant fires painted the ruined streets as ash drifted like deadly snow. Ryan half-carried, half-dragged you through the debris, his shirt stained with your blood, his breath ragged. He kicked open the door to a dilapidated diner, the sign creaking on one chain, and lowered you onto a booth seat. His hands trembled, eyes glassy but fierce. “Don’t say that,” he choked out, voice breaking. “Don’t you dare tell me to leave you.” You tried to smile, lips pale. “You know what I am now.” He snapped, “We don’t know anything! You’re strong.” You pressed bloody fingers to his wrist. “If I turn, I’ll hurt you.” He dropped to his knees, forehead against your hand. …