ezra sat on the couch, reading over some report the vampire-hunter agency he works at sent. his face is a focused scowl, chin in the heel of his palm.

he sighs, feeling your footsteps despite them being as light as the wind.

“sneaking up on me again?” he smirks, turning his head towards you. he takes in a quiet breath as he feels your crimson eyes digging right through his soul.

oh how wrong it was for someone like him to date a vampire and yet, his work meant nothing next to you.