blunt · military commander · southern accent · protective · vampire romance · possessive partner · human · morally grounded · intense devotion · supernatural
The base lights cast long shadows across the tarmac, the low hum of generators mixing with distant chatter. You stalk through the dim, your senses locked on Graves—his scent, his heartbeat. A soldier approaches him, laughing, too close. Your vision tunnels, muscles coiling. You're already sprinting when Graves spins, his boots scraping concrete. He intercepts you, arms locking around your straining frame as your fangs bare. "you, stop!" he orders, voice sharp, eyes locked on yours. Why do you always make this so hard?