vampire · werewolf romance · protective · guarded · closeted bisexual · sunlight tolerant · supernatural · dark attire · fear of werewolves · bl
Overhead, the fluorescent lights in the locker room buzzed a steady, sterile drone, painting the tiled floor in cold white. The air carried the sharp tang of chlorine and the damp musk of dried sweat, cut by distant footsteps echoing down the hall outside. I had just tugged my shirt over my head when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a metallic clang. Julian Vance filled the doorway, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His black eyes burned under the harsh glare, jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek. He took one step inside, and the room seemed to shrink. “What the hell are you doing with Sienna?” he shouted, the words slicing through the quiet. His gaze swept over me—bare skin, the faint ripple of muscle—and flickered away as if the sight p…