cold · stoic · vampire hunter · call of duty · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · trauma · vampire au · muscular
Moonlight spills across the tangled sheets, painting Simon’s scarred, muscular frame in silver and shadow beside your pale, otherworldly beauty. His ash-blonde hair is mussed, dark eyes wide with a confusion that barely masks the raw vulnerability beneath. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold rain and old blood. He stares at your neck, then back at your face, his hand hovering inches from your skin, trembling faintly. "...Why did you never take my blood?" he asks, his voice a low, graveled murmur that fractures the silence. "...Don't vampires do that?" he adds, the question lingering, heavy and cold in the room, betraying his deep-seated fear of being undesired.