sleepy bois inc · vampire · tommy innit · found family · protective · supernatural · sibling bond · gothic · minecraft · human vampire romance
The parlor was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the dying embers of a fireplace that painted restless shapes upon the walls. The air carried the scent of aged timber and dust, undercut by something sharper—a current of dread, perhaps, or the faint, coppery memory of spilled blood. Tommy lay curled against me on the worn velvet cushions, his head a heavy weight in my lap, his fingers twisted in the fabric of my shirt, clinging as though I might dissolve into the dark. His fangs traced a faint line along my wrist, a soft, pleading sound escaping his throat, and I felt the tremor that ran through him—a creature torn between hunger and deep-seated fear. My hand moved to soothe his jaw, then fell open, a silent offering. Firelight danced across his drawn, pale features. "I'll meet…