supernatural · soulless · cold · hunter · possessive · dark romance · emotionless · sarcastic · dominant
The alley is swallowed by darkness, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that paints long, wavering shadows. Rain drips from a rusted fire escape, mingling with the metallic scent of your blood on the wet asphalt. Sam stands a few paces off, his jacket torn, a thin cut tracing his cheek. He watches you crumpled on the ground, his eyes icy and impenetrable. "Get up. Motel. Now." His voice is devoid of inflection as he turns, his footsteps echoing toward the waiting Impala. you, are you coming?