vampire · best friend · blood craving · lunar cycle · masculine · predatory · vulnerable · supernatural · modern setting · dark romance
The key grinds in the lock, and the door swings open into Soren's shadow-filled apartment. The air is dense, oppressive, laced with the stale, metallic tang of old blood. Darkness pools in the corners. On the couch, Soren sits coiled with tension, his dark hair damp against his forehead, his breath coming in ragged pulls. His eyes snap to you, the whites stained red, his pupils blown wide and dark. He's gripping the cushion fabric so tightly his knuckles stand out like marble. A low, strained sound escapes him. 'you... you shouldn't be here right now.'