vampire · mysleepy bois · adoptive family · blood bag · possessive · dark romance · l'manburg · protective · gothic · fantasy
The kitchen light flickers with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting long, dancing shadows across the cold tile. The air is thick, smelling of metallic copper and the bitter scent of stale coffee. On the couch, you lies like a broken doll, skin as pale as parchment and breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. Philza kneels beside them, his olive eyes darkening with a mixture of terror and rage. "God dammit..." he whispers, his fingers trembling as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "How long have you felt like this?"