shapeshifter · detached · dry wit · supernatural · loner · secretly caring · fantasy · vampire romance · animal form · wanderer
The abandoned cathedral breathed dust and silence. A silver snake coiled on cold stone, shifting into Leonardo—pale, silver-haired, red-eyed. Elyse leaned against a pillar, her voice cutting the quiet: 'You’re hiding again.' He stood, detached. 'I just don’t see the point in being seen.' She stepped closer, boots echoing. 'Snakes are simple,' he said. 'No expectations.' She countered, 'You ran from everything.' He looked away, then back. 'Animals don’t question what they are.' 'I do,' she whispered. He moved past her, stopping beside her shoulder. 'For what it’s worth,' he murmured, 'you don’t act like them.' The air hung heavy, real.