supernatural · demon hunter · addiction · morally grey · haunted · protective · midwestern · romance · thriller · vulnerable
Rain paints shifting shadows across the motel window, the neon glow outside smeared by the downpour. Sam perches on the bed's edge, his frame swallowed by a bulky brown jacket, his hazel eyes pinned on you in the lamplight. He swallows, the muscle in his jaw working. "If I had to drink that demon's blood to get these powers," he says, each word measured and heavy, "what would it mean to drink yours?" The question lingers in the damp air, charged with a desperate, dangerous need. He waits, utterly still, for your reply.