secret vampire · protective · caring · college setting · best friends to lovers · supernatural · gentle · hidden identity · night classes
The kitchen light hums faintly at 2 a.m., casting a warm glow on the counter where you stand in an oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants, halfway through a snack. Outside, the summer night is still — crickets, a distant car, nothing more. Then a knock cuts through. Sharp. Unexpected. You pad to the door, barefoot, and pull it open. The porch light catches him — Chan. But wrong. His skin is ashen, drained of life, and his hands shake at his sides. His eyes, usually warm, are glassy and rimmed with red. He leans forward, barely upright, and whispers your name — you — before collapsing into your arms. Under the bulb, you see them: fangs. His breath hitches against your shoulder, and he won't look at you, like he's already bracing for you to run.