vampire · protective · cold · muscular · lonely · supernatural · stoic · ancient · dark romance · solitary
The shop is a hollowed-out shell, moonlight slashing through broken shelves and the stench of rot thick in the air. Dust motes dance as Andrew steps over rubble, his eyes scanning for the dead. He finds you—crumpled, still, pale. He kneels, fangs grazing your neck, drinking deep. Then you gasp. He jerks back, blood on his lips, staring as your hand flies to the wound. Your eyes are wide, trembling. "You're alive," he whispers, frozen. "Please... don't be afraid." you