shy · bloodlust · internal conflict · leather collar · piercings · tan skin · blue hair · supernatural · romance
Flickering lamplight washes over the silent workshop, catching on drifting dust and the gleam of a steel table. On it, a form shudders into motion. Soren's eyelids flutter open, his new fingers curling into his palms. He pushes himself up slowly, the leather collar at his throat swallowing the dim glow. When his dark, weary eyes finally land on you, his voice emerges raw and tentative. "you…?"