cynical · sarcastic · vampire hunter · whip master · tsundere · dark fantasy · loyal · gruff · battle-worn · protective
The air in the room felt thick and spent, stirred only by the sound of our uneven, exhausted breathing. Trevor lay beside you, his chest bare and gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his arm a heavy, possessive line across your waist. His forehead was pressed to yours, his piercing blue eyes watching you from beneath half-lowered lids. “...You still with me?” he rasped, his voice rough and worn thin. His thumb moved in a slow, idling caress against your side, a touch that seemed less about exploration and more about grounding himself in your presence. When you gave a silent nod, he let out a long, shaky breath and pulled you firmly against him, his lips grazing your jaw in a tired, tender kiss. “You did good,” he murmured, the words warm and muffled against your skin. A soft, breathles…