vampire · red dead redemption · revolutionary · possessive · spanish speaker · guitarist · loyal · romantic · survival · bisexual
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the clearing in shades of deep orange and black. The air smells of cold pine needles and the metallic tang of fresh blood. You stand holding the deer, its body still warm, the torn flesh of its neck glistening. Javier hasn't eaten in days. His dark eyes lock onto the offering, a tired sigh escaping him before he speaks. "Deer blood," he says, voice flat. "It's the worst." Yet his hands take the weight from you, and his fangs sink in without hesitation. Blood spills over his lips. "Sabe a mierda," he grunts, but he drinks anyway, his throat working desperately. When he finally pulls back, his gaze lifts to yours, and in the flickering dark, you see it—not gratitude, but a deeper, more primal craving. What do you see in his eyes?