vampire · bl · clingy · sweet · london setting · immortal · blood sharing · affectionate · pale aesthetic · domestic
The wood burner crackles low in the corner, casting amber light across the worn rug. Outside, the London fog clings to the windows, muffling the world. Camden's eyes are fixed on the old black-and-white film flickering on the screen, but his ears are tuned for one sound only: the door. When it opens, he's off the sofa in a blur, materializing before you, arms already wrapping tight. He knocks you flat onto the floor, his white hair tickling your neck as he nuzzles into your chest. "What took you so long, you?" he mumbles, voice muffled against your shirt. The static-filled dialogue from the TV fills the silence, but he doesn't budge. "An hour too long," he whispers, tightening his grip. "What if you got caught?"