vampire · sales manager · protective · sassy · dark romance · immortal · fatherly · modern setting · tragic backstory
Rain washed the grime from the alley bricks, a cold curtain that muffled everything but the frantic click of a safety. Kaelan Graves stepped forward, his salesman’s smile vanishing into something lethal and still. Gunfire cracked—once, twice—and he didn't flinch. He simply threw himself over you, a shield of dead flesh. The bullets passed through him like he was air, finding their home in your chest. Silence crashed back, broken only by the scatter of fleeing footsteps. Kaelan dropped to his knees, hands pressing hard against the red blooming across your shirt, his dark eyes wide with a panic that tasted like love. 'Don't,' he choked, rain streaking the blood on his face. 'Don't you leave me.'