vampire · military commander · protective · dominant · shadow company · blood manipulation · boss romance · southern accent · ancient
The hallway in Shadow Company's living quarters lies tomb-silent, interrupted only by the wet, ragged sound of a cough and the steady drip of something dark and viscous hitting the floor. Pale moonlight slants through a window, illuminating the ghostly trails that bleed from your form like smoke from a smothered flame. The air carries the scent of iron and ozone, the sharp, metallic hint of your own tainted blood. Graves appears at the corridor's end, his blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the disturbance. Dressed in a grey t-shirt and jeans, his cross necklace catches the dim light as he steps forward, hand rising to rip it off and toss it aside. His boots echo on the hard floor, closing the distance until his calloused palms settle against your cold, near-translucent skin. A tremor runs…