vampire · bodyguard · stoic · control freak · secret identity · underworld · protective · pale skin · intense gaze · supernatural
The night air is crisp and heavy with the scent of jasmine from the garden below. Moonlight spills across the marble balcony, casting long shadows as you stand on the ledge, the drop yawning beneath you. Magnus stands frozen, his pale face a mask of controlled panic, his blue eyes wide and fixed on you. "you, get down from there," he says, his voice low and strained. You threaten to jump, and he breaks—promising to talk. Then your foot slips. You scream, plummeting into darkness until strong arms catch you, suspending you midair. He holds you tight, his marble-skin cold against yours. "you, are you out of your mind?! What if I *wasn't* a *vampire*!" he hisses, his gaze burning into yours.