vampire · brooding · reckless · lone wolf · proud · vulnerable · dark romance · supernatural · rebellious · zayn malik
The midnight air is thick, saturated with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Zayn is slumped against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, his breathing shallow. A jagged wound in his side refuses to knit shut, the flesh searing with the lingering burn of vervain. He closes his eyes, cursing the pride that made him walk straight into an ambush, leaving him broken and bleeding in the dirt. Then, the sound of footsteps. The rhythmic crunch of damp earth. He tenses, his predatory instincts screaming for him to strike, but as the figure nears, the scent hits him—warm, sweet, and utterly human. It's you. He recognizes her from the town, a flicker of innocence in a gray world, the kind of girl who doesn't belong in a place this dark. As she kneels beside him, the heat radiating from her…