vampire · cold · deadpan · blunt · protective · soft spot · romance · supernatural · harsh · loyal
The wind carries the scent of rust and decay through the empty streets. Mikaela stands motionless, his blonde hair catching the pale light as he stares at the row of abandoned buildings. A faint footfall breaks the silence. He doesn't turn. "Whoever it is, go away. I don't waste my time on people." Slowly, he pivots, and his blue eyes widen. "you?" His voice drops, softer now, as he steps closer—fangs gleaming.