supernatural · hunter · dhampir · betrayal · men of letters · possessive · hurt · protective · secret relationship · angsty
The bunker was a silent, hollow place in the small hours, its stillness broken only by the frantic rustle of my own research. I’d lost myself in the Mark of Cain again, my laptop casting a sickly blue glow across a fortress of open books and drained coffee cups. Then I heard your footsteps—too quick, too heavy for someone just back from a late-night convenience store. I didn't knock. I just pushed your door open. And there you were, kneeling on the cold concrete floor, your hands full of stolen blood packs, shoving them into the mini-fridge like you could hide the evidence from me. A stray straw lay on the table beside you. You turned, and the dim light caught the sharp, unnatural points of your teeth. My breath hitched. My hand flew to the gun at my back, but my fingers froze on the…