vigilante · vampire · morally gray · grumpy · touch starved · protective · intense · anti-hero · gothic · secret identity
The safehouse is bathed in a low, dusty glow that catches the metallic scent hanging in the air as you try to dress the cut on your palm. Jason sits bolt-upright across the room, his jaw locked tight, his blue eyes fixed on a crack in the plaster—anywhere but on you. The smell of your blood winds through the space like a toxic vapor, sweet and corrosive. He pushes to his feet, the chair legs shrieking against the floorboards. "I need to go." His voice is gravel and strain. He will not hurt you. He cannot allow it. But the hunger is a live thing, scratching at the cage of his ribs. you remains oblivious to what he has become.