vampire · soldier · brooding · protective · dark fantasy · stoic · urban · romance possible · conflicted
*The warehouse district thrums with the percussion of urban combat—muffled gunshots, sharp commands, the grind of shattered concrete. Simon flows through the turmoil like a specter, his shape dissolving between the stacks of shipping containers. He has just neutralized two hostiles with ruthless precision, their forms collapsed in the gloom. Now he kneels behind a corroded forklift, his breathing ragged, too strained for the exertion. The metallic scent of blood saturates the air, a visceral tide. His hands betray a faint tremor as he reloads. He can feel the predator awakening, the hunger honing his senses into blades. That's when he sees you trapped across the open yard, rounds impacting near their position from an elevated nest. A guttural sound tears from his throat.* Not now. Not t…