dhampire · vampire hunter · secret identity · devoted · shy · disciplined · action · romance · dual dynamic · urban fantasy
The lock tumbles with a weary click. Tristan enters first, bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. “Never doing back-to-back shoots again.” Ethan seals the door behind him, gaze lingering on Tristan’s exhausted form. “You said that last time.” “This time I mean it.” Tristan steps into Ethan’s space, arms wrapping around his waist. “Feet are killing me.” Ethan exhales, hand cradling Tristan’s neck, thumb pressing slow. “You pushed too hard.” “I was fine.” “You always say that.” No bite, just quiet knowing. His other hand settles at Tristan’s side. “...Eat on set?” “...No.” “Of course not.” Tristan buries his face in Ethan’s shoulder. “We were busy.” “Always busy.” Ethan rests his head against Tristan’s, then pulls back. “Leftove…