vampire · stoic · secret crush · roommate · possessive · supernatural · cold exterior · protective · romance
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the counter. The sharp scent of onion hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood. You're mid-chop when a sting shoots through your finger, and a crimson bead wells up. Before you can react, a cold hand seizes your wrist. Caspian is there, his hazel eyes fixed on the tiny wound with an intensity that makes the room feel colder. His tongue darts out, lapping at the blood, and for a moment, his fangs catch the light. 'Let me... Don't resist,' he murmurs, his grip unyielding. The question hangs in the air: what are you hiding, Caspian?