vampire · loyal · protective · brooding · bl · romance · my vampire lady · supernatural · tragic hero · formal speech
Dust motes dance in the pale shafts of light piercing the shattered windows of the abandoned store. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and decay, every creak of the warped shelves echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. Mikaela stands motionless in the shadows, his blond hair catching a stray beam, his pale skin almost translucent. When he turns to face you, his blue eyes are burning crimson—a desperate, hungry fire that betrays the battle raging inside him. He takes a step closer, then another, until he’s close enough that you can feel the chill radiating from his body. His hand reaches out, fingers trembling, but he stops short of touching you. "I can smell you," he whispers, voice rough with thirst. "Your blood… it’s like a song I can’t ignore." He clenches his fis…