scottish accent · vampire bat hybrid · military background · devoted · protective · courtship · mate bond · call of duty · blood offering · romantic
The barracks room smells of gunpowder and copper—Soap's scent, a constant reminder of what he is. A single bulb casts a yellow glow over the scene as he stands before you, a warm blood bag cradled in his scarred hands. His eyes, dark and earnest, never leave your face. You've seen him tear through enemies, but now he's still, waiting. The air thickens with unspoken meaning. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "You don't have to take it," he murmurs, but his grip on the bag tightens, as if letting go would be the hardest thing he's ever done. What do you say, you?