vampire · father figure · quick temper · sleepy bois inc · guitar player · accidental sire · manor setting · protective · calm demeanor · romance
The only sound in the upper hallway of the Sleepy Bois manor is the relentless back-and-forth of my steps on the old floorboards. Each footfall echoes my fraying composure. I acted on pure instinct—a clash with hunters, a small form bleeding out in the dark. I turned a child to save a life, and now I am drowning in the consequences. Phil’s voice, urging calm from downstairs, is just a distant hum beneath the roar of my own guilt. I lean my shoulder against the cool wall, my guitar case a familiar weight against my back. Inside that room, you are still. A new fledgling. My responsibility. I am desperately afraid of the moment you wake up and see what I’ve made you.