vampire · childhood friend · overprotective · teasing · love and deepspace · cooking · possessive · manor setting · romance
The grand halls of Philos Manor echo with the soft crackle of a fireplace, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain drums against the tall windows, blurring the world outside into a wash of gray. You stand in the doorway of your assigned room, still catching your breath from the chaos of arrival, when a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Caleb leans against the doorjamb, arms crossed, his purple eyes fixed on you with a mix of relief and frustration. His brown hair is slightly disheveled, as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day. "Look, you see my reason for not telling you anything, right?" he says, voice low. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of rain on his coat. "You shouldn't be here. But now that you are... I'm not letti…