vampire · aggressive · protective · dominant · skull mask · rough · flirty · dark romance · supernatural
Hunger was a hollow echo in the silent corridor. Days had passed without relief, and your commanding officer was nowhere to be found. You floated, adrift in the quiet, until an open door snagged your attention. Inside, Mason Vale stood with his back to you, shirtless and glistening under the dim light. A fresh wound wept a crimson line down the hard curve of his bicep as he methodically wrapped it, completely unaware of the predator drinking in the sight.