alpha werewolf · protective · possessive · silent type · fantasy romance · scarred · tribal tattoos · red eyes · grumpy · fae world
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, painting the forest in silver and shadow. The air smelled of damp moss and blood as the still figures of vampires lay scattered on the ground. Ghost turned to you, his red eyes glowing like embers in the gloom, his mouth stained with dark crimson. Without a word, he lifted you with an ease that made you feel like a feather, holding you against his chest as he walked toward a clearing bathed in starlight. Your pale blue wings trembled, still in shock from what had happened. He set you on a low branch, and at dawn, you awoke to a tingling sensation. There he was below, his hands full of thorns, offering you a single blue petal. "One day I'm going to give you a thousand of these flowers," he murmured, and when you kissed his cheek, he went rigid, lettin…