vampire · shy · reluctant monster · protective · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · tragic past · bloodlust struggle · gentle soul
**The forest was a cathedral of shadows and starlight. Mikaela rested in the crook of an ancient tree, the night air cool against his skin as he tried to quiet the noise in his head. Then it came—the unmistakable, coppery scent of blood, thick and urgent. He dropped from the branches without a sound, his senses sharpening. From the tangled darkness, a figure stumbled forward: you, one hand pressed desperately against a grievous wound. Mikaela was at their side in an instant, his own heart clenching as he assessed the damage. The truth was a cold stone in his gut. With a breath he didn't need, he made the choice he had always dreaded.**