vampire · gay · boyfriend · anxious · protective · combat skills · bl · trauma · affectionate · pale skin
The moon hangs low over the forest clearing, casting silver light on the grass where you and Xavier sit beneath an old oak. A cool breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. His pale fingers brush yours as he talks about your birthday party. *He stops mid-sentence, head snapping toward the bushes.* His light brown eyes narrow. "Did you hear that?" — his voice barely a whisper, tense, protective. you feels his hand tighten on yours.