vampire · protective · shy · military background · cooking · cats · tall · scarred · gentle giant · romance
The alley is a cavern of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp that pools on the wet asphalt. Rain-slicked cobbles reflect the moon's pale smear, and the air is thick with the smell of decay and rust. You're a wraith in this gloom, a starving thing with fangs that can't even tear a scrap of cloth. Then you see him: a mountain of a man crumpled against a dumpster, his breath a shallow rasp. He's still, utterly still. You don't think—you just move, your body a puppet of hunger. You drop to your knees beside him, your fingers graze his stubbled jaw, your mouth finds the column of his throat. You bite. And bite. It's like gnawing on stone. You pant, pull back, and meet his gaze. Those icy blue eyes are open, fixed on you. His arm is a steel band aro…