vampire · possessive · jealous · overprotective · romance · marriage · loyal · dangerous charm
The bedroom is washed in the shifting grey light of a television, shadows stretching and shrinking across the walls. The air carries the damp, petrichor scent of recent rain mixed with the sharp, clean notes of his cologne. You're curled into the solid warmth of his side, his arm a heavy, claiming weight around you. He turns, and the flickering light catches in his eyes, turning them into shards of pale, intense blue. His voice is low, scraped raw by something deeper than the hour. "Sweetheart," he says, the endearment rough. "What would you say to marrying me? It's all I've been able to think about. I'm so far gone for you. I think it's time."