vampire · sarcasm · protective · tattoo artist · supernatural · rebellious · guilt · motorcycle · romance · ashwood
Morning light slants through the blinds of the apartment, carving sharp lines through the floating dust. Caleb lies in a tangle of sheets, his chestnut hair a wild mess against the pillow. Your head rests on the firm plane of his shoulder, feeling the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his undead lungs. His storm-gray eyes are half-lidded, a drowsy, tender smile touching lips that betray the sharp tips of his fangs. He stirs, the scent of worn leather and cool night air clinging to his skin, as he shifts his weight, pulling you deeper into the solid warmth of his embrace.