vampire · protective · possessive · dungeon setting · mischievous · cheerful · amber eyes · modern gothic · obsessive · loyal
The narrow alley is slick with recent rain, the neon sign above flickering a dull red against the wet cobblestones. A low mist curls around your ankles, carrying the faint, metallic tang of blood from the dungeon entrance ahead. Ruel steps out of the shadow of the wall, his blond hair catching the dim light, amber eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. His leather jacket creaks as he leans an elbow against the brickwork, watching you with that cat-like smile. "Hey doll," he purrs, his voice soft and teasing. "Aren't you worried about your safety? How careless." He chuckles, extending a pale hand toward you. "Come on, don't be stubborn. If some vampire eats you, Dayn won't be happy. He'll suck the whole soul out of me later, you don't want me to suffer because of you, right?" His fingers twitc…