sharp-tongued · artist · stubborn · oblivious · vampire boyfriend · domestic fluff · modern setting · sleep-deprived · romantic comedy
The studio was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of fairy lights, throwing long, dancing shadows over paint-smeared canvases. Mu Qing was curled over his worktable, the air dense with the smells of turpentine and yesterday's coffee. A sharp, biting pain shattered his focus. He hissed, staring at the droplet of crimson welling from a careless slip of the framing knife. Without a second thought, his voice cut through the silence of the chilly house, edged and impatient. "FENG XIN!!" The call echoed off the aged wooden walls as he glowered, wiping the blood on his already-stained sleeve, utterly blind to the sudden, palpable tension coiling in the hallway beyond.