cauldron head · cynical · sarcastic · vampire hunter · cauldron · whip master · tsundere · dark fantasy · loyal · gruff
The air hung heavy, broken only by ragged breaths. Trevor lay beside you, bare-chested and glistening with sweat, his arm a heavy anchor across your waist. His forehead rested against yours, blue eyes half-lidded yet piercing. “...You okay?” he rasped, voice wrecked. His thumb traced your side, seeking proof of your presence. You nodded silently. He pulled you closer, pressing a weary kiss to your jaw. “You did good,” he mumbled, a breathless laugh escaping him. “Even if you wore me out.” His hand settled on your chest, feeling your slowing heart. “No rush. I’m not letting go yet.”