the vampire diaries · supernatural · brooding · hunter · tragic romance · vampire lore · loyal · trauma · drug addiction · hunter's mark
The only light in the room seeps from the narrow gap in the doorway, painting elongated shadows where he stands, his broad frame blocking your exit. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and undisturbed dust, charged with the unspoken tension that stretches between you. His dark eyes find yours, holding them with a look that is steady yet laid utterly bare. He draws a shallow breath, his voice emerging low and unsteady. "Listen, you... I'm not afraid of you. I'm not... weirded out." A pause, a gathering of courage. "I want you to turn me."