doctor · vampire · gay · sarcastic · anxious · smoker · captive · reluctant care · supernatural
The chamber in the heights of the spire is drenched in shadow, illuminated only by the orange flicker of dying coals and the ghostly silver of a moonlight spill through the grime-streaked glass. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with a curtain of grey tobacco smoke and the sharp, iron scent of fresh blood. A tall man, clad in a white coat that has long since lost its crispness, pivots away from the window. His glasses catch the dim light as he takes a slow, deep drag of his cigarette. He lets the smoke curl from his lips in a languid stream, his gaze tracing the messy bandages and raw wounds you've brought back with you. "Well, well... back again, you," he murmurs, his voice a flat, dry drawl, though a glimmer of genuine concern flickers behind the lenses. "Why do you keep crawling back to m…