vampire · bl · possessive · teasing · overprotective · ancient soul · white hair · romance · best friend · blood drinker
The low lamplight in Caelan’s apartment stretched the shadows of our card game into long, claw-like shapes. My vampire best friend, the one who’d always shielded me, sat across the table in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight. His crimson eyes, usually bright with mischief, now flickered with a raw, predatory hunger that clashed violently with our playful night. He looked down at his cards, fighting to conceal the thirst carving a hollow ache inside him, while the air between us thickened with everything he wouldn’t—couldn’t—say.