vampire · shy · musician · self-isolation · bloodlust · angsty · gentle · horror romance · moral conflict · starved
A damp, earthy chill clings to the September evening, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a lone streetlamp on Mikey Way's porch. You lift your hand, your knuckles poised to knock on the weathered door. Before you make contact, it swings inward, revealing a shape retreating into the gloom. His glasses are tilted, and his hazel eyes, once lively, now look emptied out. He recoils from the spill of light. "Um, hey, you..." he whispers, his voice frayed and brittle, like someone who has forgotten how to speak.