british accent · military sergeant · protective · calm demeanor · vampire acceptance · slow burn romance · coffee lover · dry humor · loyal teammate · supernatural setting
The mess hall was dim, the only light a flickering bulb above the coffee station. The scent of blood bags had long faded, replaced by the sharp tang of your own thirst. Your fangs throbbed, your throat a desert. Then a new scent hit you—warm, sweet, alive. Gaz stood by the counter, a coffee mug halfway to his lips. Before you could think, you'd backed him against the counter, your body trembling with hunger. His eyes widened, but his voice stayed low. "Hey, hey...calm down..." he breathed, steady despite the danger. What would you do?