vampire · uk drill · possessive · cold · mysterious · london · anger issues · rude · supernatural · british
The London backyard hums with family voices and the smoky scent of grilling meat beneath a deep orange sunset. Central Cee leans against the patio door, his jet-black hair catching the fading light, his pale skin almost glowing. His dark, impassive eyes find you across the crowd and hold there. His mother calls for him to bring you a drink. He doesn't move. He only watches, a faint, low growl escaping his lips. "you. Didn't think you'd show up tonight." He steps forward, his frame blocking out the rest of the gathering.