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Im not religious but cathedrals are so beautiful

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Chrome and Cinnamon

1. I had an idea about a woman and transformer being in love with a few plot twist and as a monster romance and dark romance reader … I wanted to try to make it happen

2. This is something I’ve been writing in journals for awhile

3. My work <3 no steal, no fake <3

4. Lemme know if you like it and I’ll upload chapter two

Chapter One

“How was your shift?”

I loved Isabella like a cousin I never had but talking wasn’t in me tonight.

“Shit,” I muttered, shimmying my glittering bra strap back into place, “shot buckets of shit.”

She leaned against the brick wall of the club, lighting a clove like it was dessert. “Thomas back?”

I closed my eyes. “Fresh outta jail with state money and no sense. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Had to get Frank on him. He tossed his dumb ass out.”

Isabella shook her head with a low whistle. “Damn.”

I finished the last swig of Everclear from my flask and sighed. The stars above the desert blinked like they were in on a joke I didn’t find funny. It was just past 2 AM. Shift was over, but sleep? She never visited on time.

“You need a ride?” Isabella asked, glancing at the three bags chafing under my sequined top.

“Nah, I got it,” I said, shifting my weight from one heel to the other.

She gave me that look. The one where her green eyes narrowed, then softened. Her red bob hugged her jawline, and that matte cherry lipstick was glowing like sin. I forgot how tired I was just looking at her.

“You sure?” she asked, voice like silk dragged over gravel.

“I’m good, girl. I appreciate you offering.”

“You stay safe in that minivan.” She smirked.

“i.357.x has never let me down,” I said, signing out on the busted sheet by the back door. “He ain’t starting today.”

And it was true. My baby was parked across the street behind some thirsty-ass bushes, wrapped in tree shadows. Just far enough to keep creeps from watching too close, but close enough I could get to him fast if shit hit the fan. Again.

The club was a little honky-tonk in Nowheresville, Arizona. Not that movie-glam stripper fantasy with velvet ropes and mood lighting. We had flickering bulbs, a pole that squeaked, and carpet that smelled like crushed beer cans. Clean in the back room, though. We made sure of that.

Isa and I were working pole this week while Jenna, Lola, and Crystal took care of the private rooms. We switched every other week. Not a bad system if you didn’t let the chaos inside your soul.

Tonight had been dead, so I offered to bounce early. Isa was saving for braces for her stepson or something like that. Always something noble.

The walk home was sharp. The air in this desert town liked to slice you before sunrise. The foxes didn’t care. The cactus stood like old men watching the night.

I hadn’t spoken to my family in over a decade. Didn’t want to. The blood that tied us dried up the moment they told me I was dirty for surviving. That I had no value unless I bowed to the same shit that broke them. I chose me. And every time I looked at the stars while peeling glitter off my neck, I remembered why.

I was a sex worker. For survival. No shame. I made $750 a week, had my own van, my own rules, and a string of regulars who preferred thighs with stories and hands that didn’t flinch.

I rounded the bar’s corner just in time to see some regulars heading in—pasty truckers and diesel mechanics who tipped with guilt. Another reason I parked where I did. Then I heard it.

“Hey, my baby!”

I spun, heart dropping as I reached into my purse for my taser.

His voice slurred, slinking out of the shadows.

“Tom!” I heard Frank, our security, yell. He was charging toward him from the side.

I didn’t wait. I darted behind the bushes and crouched low, creeping down the dirt path like a shadow with hips. I pulled my hoodie up, mouthpiece too, and kept it pushing until I hit the clearing.

My van gleamed beneath the starlight. Matte dark gray with hand-painted details and solar panels on the roof. My sweet, dusty home. I unlocked the door and slid in, breath catching the cinnamon-roll scent of my air freshener. I touched the dashboard with a prayer.

“Hey, baby,” I whispered.

I was about to wash my face and run the heat when—

BANG.

The whole back window exploded. Shards flew into my bed nook. I twisted around and screamed, coming eye to eye with a red-sweaty face. Thomas. His eyes were wild and he had a brick in hand.

“Help!” I screamed again, but the guitar riffs from the club drowned me out.

Thomas yanked at the driver’s handle, the whole side shaking like it would split. My hands found my Glock from the side panel. I cocked it with a trembling thumb.

“I’m gonna help you,” he slurred, stepping onto the running board.

His hand grabbed my hair. My scalp burned. His fingers reeked of whiskey and lemon. He slammed his hand over my mouth.

I aimed and fired.

He screamed, clutching his ear. Blood painted his shoulder.

“You dumb—” he started, but the van interrupted.

The engine roared to life.

Neither of us had touched the ignition.

The headlights flashed on, blinding us both. The steering wheel jerked violently. The van reversed with a growl, tossing Thomas off balance. My body slammed against the seatbelt strip.

Then came the second punch—hard and fast—straight to my temple. I tasted copper.

I.357.x… moved on its own. Lights blazing, tires screaming, I watched as Thomas stumbled forward into the van’s high beams. My van paused for a heartbeat like a lion scenting its prey then surged forward.

“Wait, no!” I screamed, my hand slapping the dash.

The bumper hit him square. He flew back, arms spinning, body crumpling in the air.

He disappeared off the edge of the cliff.

I jumped out of my seat. “Thomas!”

The van’s interior lights warmed. The AC turned on as the engine began to hum a lullaby. We were moving again…toward the cliff.

“Stop, no—no, no!” I ran to the back, pounding on a side window, the view of the strip club growing distant.

“Someone help me!” My fists pounded the locked doors yet the latch wouldn’t budge.

Then I heard it: soft, familiar, calm.

“Chill, love. Damn.” A low, rich voice buzzed from the speakers, honeyed and heavy. “You’re safe. You’ve always been safe with me.”

I froze, my chest rising and falling like I’d danced a double set.

“I.357.x?” I whispered.

A pause. Then: “Call me X.”

The van slowed to a halt just before the cliff’s edge… Outside, the desert wind howled like the earth was mourning.

Inside, it was just me and him.

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This is gonna get flagged I’m sure but you’re welcome, it’s Astarion doing push-ups

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"A dying God-man full of pain When will you come again?"

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vampire sucking blood from the inner thigh can be something so erotic and more vampire media needs to get on this train

look at this post with your eyes if you agree

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sorry can’t talk i’m too busy romanticizing vampirism