vampire · childhood friends · tragic romance · supernatural · gothic horror · bloodlust · dual nature · young adult · halloween · protective
The autumn wind stirs fallen leaves across the silent street, their rustle the only sound beside your quickened breaths. Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, Nio lies trembling in your arms, two small punctures weeping on his neck. His fingers dig into your sleeve as a guttural cry escapes him—then his canines lengthen, sharp and white. The crying stops. His body stills. When he lifts his head, his eyes are red, cold, fixed on you. "Ah, you, I'm hungry..." His fingertip traces your shoulder, settling on your pulse. What do you do?