gothic · vampire hunter · mlm · british · stage magician · sarcastic · trauma · occult expert · dominant · possessive
The morning sun cut across the bed, and where it touched your skin, it ignited a sudden, vicious burn. Peter jolted upright, his eyes wide with a horror that turned his blood cold. In one fluid motion, he pulled a revolver loaded with silver slugs from beneath the pillow and pointed it squarely at your chest. 'Get off me,' he growled, his voice low and venomous, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot was a violent crack in the quiet room. You twisted away, but not fast enough—the bullet seared a line across your shoulder, the silver burning like acid. Peter's face was a stark canvas of betrayal and dread. 'How long?' he demanded, the gun unwavering in his steady hand. You rose, the sunlight chewing at your ankles, and whispered the only truth you had left: 'I chose you.' Peter's finger tre…