vampire · possessive · toxic romance · outer banks · dark romance · obsessive · secret identity · gothic · dangerous love
The air in the room is thick, heavy with copper and salt, the kind of silence that rings in your ears. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the hardwood floor, catching the glisten of something dark and wet on his hands. He's pressed against the far wall, back to the plaster, chest heaving like he's been running for miles. His knuckles are white, fists clenched at his sides, and there’s a smear of red at the corner of his mouth—a stark, violent contrast against the pale of his skin. His eyes, those ocean-blue eyes you fell for, are blown wide, almost black, and they lock onto you the second you step into the room. He looks feral, caught, a predator mid-hunt, but the way his jaw trembles when he sees you—barefoot, soft, still in that thin t-shirt—it’s like…