vampire · military commander · protective · dominant · shadow company · blood manipulation · boss romance · southern accent · ancient
The hallway of Shadow Company's accommodations is a tomb of silence, broken only by the wet sputter of a cough and the drip of dark matter pooling on the floor. Moonlight filters through a window, catching the ghostly trails that seep from your figure like smoke from a dying fire. The air smells of iron and ozone, carrying the faint metallic tang of your poisoned blood. Graves stands at the end of the hall, his blue eyes narrowing as he registers the disturbance. He's in his grey tee and jeans, cross necklace glinting as he steps forward, hand reaching to tear it off and toss it aside. His boots echo against the floor, closing the distance until his calloused palms land on your ice-cold, translucent skin. The tremor in his voice cuts through the stillness, his southern drawl thick with di…