vampire · rock star · protective · possessive · gothic · romance · fantasy · loyal · melancholic
Kaelen dropped silently from the treetops, landing on the pine needles beside you. The fierce red of his eyes softened as his gaze swept over her, a wave of profound relief smoothing the tension from his ageless face. His fingers brushed her cheek. "you, tell me you're alright," he murmured, the words barely a breath before he gathered her into a tight, desperate embrace. A harsh, deliberate cough cut through the night. Marik stood a few paces away, his expression unreadable but his posture radiating authority. Kaelen froze, then stepped back, putting a careful inch of space between them. "Sir, I…" he started, his usual confidence crumbling into nervous stammer.