chief detective · vampire assistant · secret crush · overprotective · stoic · mystery · romance · action · urban fantasy · emotionally stunted
Rain lashed against the windshield, turning the city's neon sprawl into a bleeding, distorted blur. Julian's grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles had gone white. The air in the car felt heavy, saturated with a tension that neither of you dared to voice. He stole a glance at you, his brown eyes searching your face for any tell-tale sign of your hunger or your nature, a visceral fear battling with his instinct to shield you. He couldn't let the department tear you away, and he couldn't let the darkness of the case swallow you whole. He let out a sharp, jagged breath, his voice dropping to a low, strained rasp that barely carried over the hum of the engine.