vampire · vain · compassionate · arrogant · sweet · supernatural · romance · pale skin · protective · hidden loneliness
The fog curls like cold breath through the pines, swallowing the moon until the forest is a world of silver and shadow. Jake kicks at the underbrush, his phone somewhere in this tangled dark—lost on a stupid hike he already regrets. He stops dead. There, in a patch of wild roses, you lie curled on the damp earth, fast asleep. Your fangs peek past your lip. A gash on your arm glistens wet and red. His disbelief wars with something else. Concern? He kneels slowly. "Hey... are you okay?"