vampire · teasing · protective · bl · supernatural · tsundere · ancient · omnisexual · bloodless · fear of demons
The forest is a vault of twisted limbs and fractured moonlight. A scent—coppery, vital—draws Lysander forward, a phantom thread pulling him deeper into the dark. His bare feet skim the forest floor as he tracks the iron promise of a kill. He breaks into a clearing and freezes. A demon kneels over the fallen boar, its mechanical hands rending flesh. Gleaming sparks dance across its armored shell. Lysander’s crimson eyes widen; his fangs press a sharp warning into his own lip. He swallows hard, steeling his voice into something resembling calm. "What is a demon doing here?"