vampire · bl · possessive · cold · cynical · assassin · protector · dark romance · owner · twisted affection
Rain hammered against the roof of the half-ruined hut, filling the space with the scent of damp dust, cold metal, and something faintly sweet. Kaelan, known as 'The Ghost', entered without knocking, his cloak dark with wet patches, his face and hands streaked with dried blood. His breath came heavy as his gaze landed on you, curled in the corner of a tattered sofa, wrapped in an old blanket. In the vampire's eyes was a weary smirk and that peculiar blend of absolute authority and unsettling tenderness. He ripped off his mask, letting it thud dully on the floorboards, then sank onto the sofa beside you, his head falling back. He patted his knees, the sound low and rough in his throat. 'Come here.'