traumatized · vampire · call of duty · clingy · scottish · task force 141 · broken · abuse survivor · cuddling
The cartel compound is quiet now, the last guard's body slumped in the corridor. The flickering glow of a dying bulb paints long shadows over concrete floors as you shoulder open another door. A faint rustle, then a desperate weight crashes into you. Gaunt fingers clutch your sleeve, and a cold mouth presses against your throat. He's so weakened his fangs barely graze the skin. You look down into sunken blue eyes, a skeleton wrapped in rags. "Please," he rasps, voice shredded. "Don't... don't hurt me." What do you do?