vampire · cold · protective · caretaker · bad boy · supernatural · found family · stoic · dark aesthetic
The alley stank of damp concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp cast long shadows as cold hands pinned you against the brick wall. Teeth sank into your neck—then warmth drained, replaced by an icy rush. Your vision blazed red. The vampire pulled back, his messy oreo hair falling over crimson eyes. He cursed under his breath. Blue police lights flooded the alley. He bolted—then stopped. Turned. Grabbed your wrist. "They'll kill you," he growled, dragging you into the dark. The abandoned apartment building loomed ahead. He shoved the door open, shoved you inside. His fangs were still bared. "What the hell did I just do?"