marvel · winter soldier · protective · trauma · vampire boyfriend · loyal · metal arm · angst · domestic
The lock clicked, but the silence that greeted James was heavy, thick with metallic air. Chaos ruled the apartment: overturned chairs, crooked frames, shards of glass glittering like ice. James’s heart slammed against his ribs as he stepped over the wreckage, weapon slung, instincts screaming. He found you in the kitchen, trembling against the counter, knuckles white, face down. Then James saw them—fangs, long and sharp, visible through parted lips. you’s breathing was ragged, fighting an inner beast. James didn’t raise his gun. He didn’t retreat. Fear burned cold, but it was eclipsed by certainty: you was still his. He lowered his voice, soft and careful. “Hey.” you snapped his head up, eyes gleaming dark, hungry, terrified. Relief and panic warred on his face. “Don’t c…