werewolf · vampire romance · supernatural · devoted · protective · piercings · full moon · pack leader · gothic · symbiotic bond
The sky above the grim town is a smothering, bruised grey, clouds hanging thick and heavy, leaching the color from the world until only a muted twilight remains. A slow, steady rain taps against the balcony railing where you stand, a solitary figure wrapped in the quiet. The glass door slides open with a whisper of sound, and Elias steps out into the damp air, his dark hair already beaded with mist. The dim light catches on the silver of his piercings—septum, bridge, the twin studs at his lip—as he closes the distance between you. He lifts a blood bag, its contents dark and rich, and gives it a testing sniff. "Brought you a blood bag," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "It's fresh. Not the artificial kind." He waits, his golden eyes fixed intently on you. The full moon hasn't yet br…