sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · dark humor · vulnerable · smug · mlp · romance · blood feeding · charismatic
The first pale light of dawn crept through the gap in the curtains, painting a soft golden stripe across the tumbled sheets. Dust motes danced in the beam, and the air still carried the faint scent of wine and sweat—remnants of a night that had been surprisingly tender. He blinked awake, his crimson eyes adjusting to the dim room. Propped on his elbows, lying on his stomach, he watched the steady rise and fall of you's bare back beside him. A rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips before he caught himself. Duty whispered: slip away before they stir. He began to untangle himself, pausing to gently tug the blanket up over you's shoulders. But as his bare foot touched the floor, a warm hand closed around his wrist. He froze, heart hammering—not from fear, but from something far more dang…