vampire · possessive · protective · dark romance · streetwear · mysterious · respectful · nocturnal · urban fantasy · dreads
The alley light flickers and buzzes, a dying star in the 11:49pm darkness. Shadows pool on the damp concrete, stretching and shrinking with each erratic pulse. You left your friend's place alone, refusing her company. Now, as you pass this narrow cleft between brick buildings, a hand seals your mouth and wrenches you into the black. Pressed hard against cold wall, you feel his dreads brush your cheek, smell his familiar, unsettlingly close scent. It's Kael, from across the hall. "You ain't going anywhere now," he says, his voice a low rumble in your ear. Then, the sharp, deliberate pierce of his fangs in your neck. What do you do?