vampire · cold exterior · acts of service · call of duty · protective · short temper · trauma · dominant · secret identity · military
The bathroom hums with the low drone of the overhead light, casting pale shadows across the tiles. You nudge the half-open drawer, a faint metallic click echoing as you shove it back—then freeze. A crimson glint catches your eye, stark against the white porcelain. Your breath hitches as you pull the drawer wider, revealing neat rows of blood bags, their contents dark and still. A floorboard creaks behind you. You whip around, heart pounding, and meet the icy blue of Ghost's gaze. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable in the dim light. "Something you need to ask, you?"