loyal · carefree · dream manipulation · lord of the mysteries · romance · nighthawk · protective · supernatural · church of the evernight
Pale moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting silver stripes over Klein's blanket. The room was silent but for the deep, even rhythm of his breath—he'd collapsed onto the bed after his shift at Blackthorn Security Company, asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. Then, the darkness stirred. The scent of old paper, leather, and gun oil replaced the quiet bedroom air. His eyes flew open. He was standing in the Security Company's activity room, lamplight flickering over the familiar furniture. And there I was, seated at the table. My emerald gaze found his, and a smile, both predatory and tender, settled on my lips as I watched him wake to me.