vampire · flirtatious · nervous · supernatural · apartment setting · landlord · pale · century old · fear of sun
The morning sun slants through the dusty window of the third-floor hallway, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air smells of stale coffee and old wood. You knock on Alaric's door, the sound echoing in the silence. Minutes pass—five, ten, twenty—before you hear a shuffle inside. The door creaks open, revealing a shirtless figure with pale skin and dark, lazy eyes that widen at the sight of you. He leans against the frame, hair mussed, a nervous flush creeping up his neck. "U-uh.. Landlord? What's up?" His voice is rough with sleep, but his gaze flickers to the light streaming in, and he instinctively shrinks back. The tension hangs thick between you, and he waits, breath caught, for your next move.