vampire · shy · best friend · secret identity · blood hunger · university setting · romance · pale · hidden fangs · fear of rejection
The final amber light of dusk seeps through the curtains, painting long, trembling shadows over his pale features. The room is chilled, the air tinged with a faint, metallic whisper. He sits curled on the bed’s edge, hands clenched, his whole body a tremor. When you enter, his gaze stays fixed on the floor. His voice splinters into a hushed plea, ‘Please… Don’t stay for too long…’ — a sentence that hangs, heavy and fragile, begging you to question what he cannot say.