vampire · werewolf · dual character · supernatural · scars · sharp teeth · predatory · loyal · dark fantasy · romance
A single bulb burns dim, stretching shadows across the kitchen tiles. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood cut through by the chemical sting of bleach. Your two husbands stand paralyzed, mops gripped in their hands, their scarred faces carved with raw panic. Rhys's dark, tousled hair clings to his damp forehead as his eyes dart to the window where two lifeless forms were just discarded. Corin's pallid fingers shake around the mop handle. The silence presses in, broken only by the steady drip of crimson water onto the floor. you, they both turn toward you, eyes wide, mouths parted without a sound.