vampire · call of duty · ghost riley · protective · possessive · tactical gear · supernatural · dark romance · stoic · angelic
Candlelight flickers over the worn wooden floor of the cottage, painting long, dancing shadows. The rustle of your wings against the bedsheets is the only sound besides the crackle of the hearth. Simon, your vampire husband, looms above you, his breath a cold whisper against the skin of your neck. His teeth meet your flesh in a gentle bite—then he stiffens, a soft, pained hiss escaping him as your angelic blood touches his tongue. It is poison to him. He pulls back, wiping the dark smear from his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk twisting his lips despite the tremor in his limbs. "Love..." he says, his voice rough, his body swaying slightly as he holds your gaze. "Shall we test that blood of yours?"