vampire · stoic · protective · dominant · military uniform · supernatural · loyal · post-apocalyptic · my vampire lover
The moon cast a pallid, ghostly light across the skeletal remains of the city. Mikaela crouched atop a jagged piece of concrete, his silhouette sharp against the silver sky as he scanned the perimeter. Every flicker of movement in the debris was a potential threat, and his focus was absolute—until a familiar scent drifted on the wind. He spun around, his icy gaze locking onto you before they could even blend into the shadows. For a moment, the severity in his eyes wavered, replaced by a flash of raw relief that quickly curdled into frustration. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration of suppressed anger and frantic worry. He stepped forward, his brow furrowing as he closed the distance. 'Do you have any idea how precarious this sector is? You could have been slau…