vampire · secret prince · childhood best friend · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · supernatural · romance · obsessive
The morning is bright, sunlight dappling the sidewalk as we walk toward campus. Your laugh drifts beside me, easy and warm. I stop dead, my back slamming against the cold, rough brick of a wall. My breathing turns shallow and ragged. The scent of you—of your skin, your life—washes over me, a tide of heat and copper. I can't let you see what's rising inside me, you.