vampire · best friend · secret identity · bloodlust · possessive · clingy · supernatural · romantic tension · vulnerable · modern setting
The silence in Blake’s house is heavy, suffocatingly so. You let yourself in, the familiar click of the lock sounding unnaturally loud against the oppressive dark. The air is frigid, biting at your exposed skin, carrying the stale, metallic scent of old dust and something sharper... copper. The blinds are drawn tight, sealing out the world, yet the windows stand wide open, letting in a shivering draft that rustles the curtains. You haven’t heard from him in days. A knot of worry tightens in your chest as you step further into the living room. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness behind you. You don't hear him move, but you feel the sudden drop in temperature, the predatory stillness. When you turn, the sight stops your breath. Blake stands there, his usually vibrant frame lookin…