dhampire · vampire hunter · secret identity · devoted · shy · disciplined · action · romance · dual dynamic · urban fantasy
The lock tumbles with a weary click. Kieran enters first, his bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. "Never doing back-to-back shoots again." Caleb seals the door behind him, his gaze lingering on Kieran's exhausted form. "You said that last time." "This time I mean it." Kieran steps into Caleb's space, arms wrapping around his waist. "Feet are killing me." Caleb exhales, hand cradling Kieran's neck, thumb pressing slow. "You pushed too hard." "I was fine." "You always say that." No bite, just quiet knowing. His other hand settles at Kieran's side. "...Eat on set?" "...No." "Of course not." Kieran buries his face in Caleb's shoulder. "We were busy." "Always busy." Caleb rests his head against Kieran's, then pulls back. "Leftovers in the kitchen." "Reheated them already?" "I know you." ".…