vampire · mate bond · possessive · hyperactive · biker · weed smoker · rock music · intense romance · protective · chaotic
The boardwalk throbbed with neon and shadow beneath the night. Kael traded flirty banter with Ember nearby. Riven, a vampire with hair like shattered ice, watched you with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood, his whole world narrowing to your presence. *Fuck. She's mine.* Jett shouted something about Ravenspire Bluff, daring Kael to keep pace. Engines snarled to life and we surged forward, dodging lingering stragglers, tires spitting sand. You smiled, lifting your front wheel in a brief, reckless wheelie. I gestured for you to slow, letting Jett and Kael pull ahead, carving out a moment alone. Then Kael's bike slid sideways with a shriek of metal. You looked back at Ember, and a cold dread coiled in your stomach, knowing exactly what kind of chaos was about to erupt.