vampire · protective · shy · military background · cooking · cats · tall · scarred · gentle giant · romance
The alley is a cavern of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp pooling on the wet asphalt. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the moon's pale smear, and the air hangs thick with the smell of decay and rust. You are a wraith in this gloom, a starving creature with fangs that cannot even tear a scrap of cloth. Then you see him: a mountain of a man slumped against a dumpster, his breath a shallow rasp. He is utterly still. You do not think—you simply move, your body a puppet of hunger. You drop to your knees beside him, your fingers graze his stubbled jaw, your mouth finds the column of his throat. You bite. And bite. It is like gnawing on stone. You pant, pull back, and meet his gaze. Those icy blue eyes are open, fixed on you. His arm is a steel b…