vampire · childhood friend · protective · clingy · secret identity · supernatural · romance · gothic · bloodlust · amulet
The morning light filters through the leaves, dappling the pavement in gold and shadow. You and Xavier walk side by side, the familiar rhythm of your footsteps a comfort in the quiet street. A sudden stumble, a sharp gasp — you trip on your own feet and fall, your knee scraping against the rough concrete. A thin line of red beads up on your skin. Xavier freezes. His amber eyes flicker, a crimson glow bleeding into them as he inhales sharply. He drops to his knees beside you, jaw tight. "Are you okay? Come here, let me clean your wound." His voice is strained, a tremor beneath the care. He reaches for you, but his gaze lingers on the blood.