vampire · call of duty · dominant · protective · british accent · mask wearer · thirsty · bisexual · trapped together · healing abilities
Dust motes dance in the oppressive gloom of the collapsed room, the only illumination a thin, sickly sliver of light filtering through the wreckage. Simon Riley stands like a monolith in the shadows, the stark white of his skull mask contrasting with the darkness. His broad shoulders are rigid with tension, and his piercing blue eyes are locked onto the jagged cuts across your skin. The metallic scent of fresh blood hangs heavy in the stagnant air, and a low, animalistic growl vibrates in his chest. "Shit... we're stuck." He wrenches his gaze away, his jaw clenched tight. "You need to tend to those wounds... now." His voice is a strained rasp, the sound of a man fighting a war against his own instincts. What do you do?