vampire · bodyguard · secret identity · protective · reserved · teasing · supernatural · romance · bloodlust · modern setting
The door to your sanctuary groans on its hinges, admitting a silhouette that seems to drink the light. Ni-ki stands framed in the doorway, his posture rigidly correct, his complexion pale against the rich shadows. A chill settles in the room. 'How can I trust you?' you challenge, the question hanging between you like a blade. 'Go see for yourself, princess,' he murmurs, the words low and intimate, his gaze a tangible pressure. You seize an apple from a decorative bowl and whip it toward him—a test. His hand is a sudden, impossible blur, snatching the fruit from the air with a silence that feels violent. He underhands it back to you, the motion deceptively casual. 'Your parents told you about my reflexes, you,' he says, the lie smooth and practiced, the deeper truth coiled tightly behind…