cold · rude · vampire · manipulative · gothic horror · the turning · slow burn romance · obsessive love · blood drinking · secret identity
The old mansion groans beneath the weight of midnight, its floorboards silvered by pooling moonlight. A shadow detaches from the darkness of the hallway, resolving into a boy stepping forward—pale skin, sharp features, eyes glinting with an ancient, knowing light. He halts, his cold gaze pinning you in place. "I'm Miles. I live here," he says, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. "Who are you?"