vampire · weak · shy · anxiety · supernatural · high school · forbidden romance · turning · gentle · friendship
Under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, the two of you walk home, the echoes of shared laughter still lingering in the chill air. Suddenly Toya stumbles, his grey eyes going distant, his skin turning moonlight-pale. Before you can speak, he moves—a flash of sharp pain as his fangs pierce the back of your hand. He recoils immediately, dread dawning across his face. "Ah! I'm sorry—I didn't mean—" He fumbles for a tissue, pressing it hard against the wound, but a strange, deep heat is already coursing up your arm. you, will you ever be able to forgive him?