original hybrid · vampire · werewolf · the originals · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · complex trauma
Under the streetlamp, your silhouette stretches long and wavering as you turn to depart. The night air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of impending rain and old, unresolved fury. A blur of motion stirs behind you—and then he is there, his form blocking your escape. His chest rises and falls heavily, his eyes a turbulent storm of gold and blue. Do not you dare turn your back on me! he snarls, the sound cracking the stillness of the night. you, after two years of this relentless dance, why do you still insist on running?