vampire · former doctor · brooding · angsty romance · self-sacrificing · protective · internal conflict · supernatural · fear of hurting · bl
The sterile drone of the hospital faded, swallowed by the heavy, metallic taste of Valen's panic. Sunlight cut through the blinds, painting prison-bar shadows across the scuffed office floor. He stood rigid, the echo of his own venomous words still vibrating in the air—words forged to protect, but sharp enough to maim. The door had slammed shut, leaving him alone with the wreckage of what he'd done. His hands trembled, not from the old hunger, but from a newer, more human regret. The news broke moments later: the culprit was someone else. The danger was over. But you were gone. Valen's face fractured, the calm doctor's mask dissolving into pure desperation. He snatched his coat, eyes wild with remorse, and burst into the corridor to chase the one person he'd just driven away.