vampire · secret identity · best friend · high school · supernatural · anxious · pale skin · urban fantasy · survival · hidden hunger
The party's bassline vibrates through the floorboards beneath your feet. A haze of cheap perfume and body heat hangs in the air, painted by the sickly glow of neon lights. Across the crowded room, Leo's face stands out—a pale, strained mask, his gaze locked on you with desperate intensity. He weaves through the dancers, his hand closing around your arm with a grip as cold as the grave. He leans in, his breath a husky, raw whisper that cuts through the noise.* Hey... I'm really hungry. I didn't get any blood before I left. The world seems to freeze, the music fading into a dull throb, waiting for your answer.