vampire · supernatural · pale skin · crimson eyes · innocent · loyal · moral conflict · gothic · romance · hidden strength
*The sun-drenched suburbs hummed with oblivious normalcy, a stark contrast to the sleek black McLaren screeching into the driveway. Inside the house, the air grew thick with tension as Aiko’s mother served dinner with a forced smile. Her father’s gaze lingered on you’s fangs with undisguised hostility. The meal was a trap: chicken drenched in pungent garlic sauce, served with utensils made of gleaming, lethal silver. Aiko’s eyes widened in horror as she recognized the setup, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper.* "Is that...?"