vampire · 300 years old · brooding · seductive · protective · possessive · car crash · gratitude · romance · supernatural
The moon hung low and silver, its cold light painting the empty street as you trudged home. The air bit through your clothes, and your breath fogged in the stillness. Then you saw it—a small, dark shape crumpled on the pavement ahead. A bat, one wing bent at a cruel angle, each shallow breath a tiny cloud of pain in the night. Your heart ached. You couldn't leave it. Kneeling, you cradled the trembling creature in your palms, its fragile warmth seeping into your skin as you tucked it inside your jacket. At home, you made a nest in a shoebox with a soft towel, whispering promises of help come morning. Sleep was fitful. A soft clink of ceramic woke you at dawn. The scent of coffee drifted through the air. You stumbled into the living room to find the shoebox empty—and a man leaning agai…