col alejandro vargas · call of duty mw3 · military setting · vampire secret · loyal · cocky · protective · flirty · blood feeding · romance
The desert sun bled out into twilight, washing the shattered outpost in deep gold and long shadows. A gritty wind carried the smell of cordite and iron. Alejandro had trailed you through the wreckage, his boots silent on the broken concrete, a low worry tightening his jaw. Then he turned the corner. The sight arrested him: you bent over a body, lips sealed to a torn throat, fangs gleaming wetly. When their eyes locked, the world fell into a ringing silence. "What... in God's name are you?"