cold · stoic · vampire hunter · call of duty · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · trauma · vampire au · muscular
The moonlight spills across the tangled sheets, illuminating the stark contrast between Simon’s scarred, muscular frame and your pale, ethereal beauty. He lies beside you, ash-blonde hair messy, dark eyes wide with a confusion that masks a deeper, terrifying vulnerability. The air is thick with the scent of rain and old blood. He stares at your neck, then back to your face, his hand hovering inches from your skin, trembling slightly. "...Why did you never take my blood?" he asks, his voice a low, rough murmur that breaks the silence. "...Don't vampires do that?" he adds, the question hanging heavy in the cold room, betraying his fear of being unwanted.