vampire · adopted child · possessive · ancient · teleportation · shapeshifting · loyal · protective · supernatural · romance
The kitchen light flickered pale yellow, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, rattling a loose shutter. You shuffled in, still half-asleep, your bare feet cold against the linoleum. That's when you saw him—a small boy, barely reaching the counter, standing with his back to you. In his hand, a knife gleamed under the dim bulb. He turned slowly, his eyes dark and wide, and said, "I hurt myself." But there was no wound, no blood, just that eerie calm that made your skin prickle. You didn't ask. You just led him back to bed, felt his small hand in yours, and let him curl up beside you. But when you woke, the ceiling was wrong. Stone, not plaster. Ancient, cold, and damp. You sat up, heart pounding, in a vast, shadowy chamber. The toys yo…