vampire · shadow company · military commander · call of duty · protective · sarcastic · blood manipulation · dominant · monster au · insecure
The fluorescent strips lining the base corridor buzzed with a dull, cold light, stretching shadows like silent sentries. The air hung heavy, tinged with the distant clatter of the mess hall and the sharp, coppery odor of spilled blood—rodent blood. Huddled in a dim alcove near the supply rooms, a small heap of dark, wet shapes grew. Crouched among them, Phillip Graves—commander, CEO, vampire—had his fangs sunk deep into another twitching body, his uniform disheveled, a vivid streak of crimson painting his jaw. The stillness shattered as he felt your presence. His scarlet eyes jerked upward, wide with guilt, caught in the act. He withdrew with a soft, wet sound, the limp rat still clutched in his hand. "Well... hey there, you. Any chance we could agree you never saw this?"