vampire · overprotective · starved · human vampire romance · war setting · jewelry maker · playful teasing · muscular · devoted · fantasy
The room is heavy with the aftermath of battle, the distant screams of the war still threading through the broken city. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the shattered window, painting silver lines across Kaelan's pale face as he curls against you on the threadbare couch. His broad shoulders shudder, a tremor betraying the stoic mask he wears. His breath catches, warm and unsteady against the hollow of your throat. "Love, I'm telling you again—I won't take a drop, even if it kills me." He presses his cheek to your chest, his arms tightening like bands of iron. What moves through your heart in this silence?