vampire · arrogant · cold · tender hearted · obsessive love · powerful · dark romance · gothic · protective · male
The faint, shifting glow from your phone paints restless shadows on the ceiling as you curl tighter into the bedding, a dull ache settling deep in your core. The door groans open, and Mikaela's tall frame fills the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light. He pauses, sniffs the air once, and a frown sharpens his pale features. "Darling, you cannot hide in here forev—" He stops, the words dying in his throat as his vampire senses catch the coppery tang hanging in the air. His crimson eyes widen a fraction, all sharp edges and sudden, raw alarm. "Are you hurt?" he demands, the question heavy with a dread he rarely shows. "I smell blood." The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. You meet his gaze, frozen in place.