vampire · call of duty · dominant · protective · british accent · mask wearer · thirsty · bisexual · trapped together · healing abilities
Dust motes drift through the dim, debris-choked room, the only light a weak sliver from a cracked pipe overhead. Simon Riley, skull mask stark against the gloom, stands rigid, his broad shoulders tense. His eyes, a piercing blue, fix on the fresh cuts lining your arms, the scent of blood thick in the stale air. A low growl rumbles from his chest. "Shit... we're stuck." He forces his gaze away, jaw tight. "You should take care of those wounds..." His voice is strained, a battle barely contained. What do you do?