vampire · mafia boss · bl · secret crush · cold exterior · clingy · protective · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The room is a tomb: no windows, no light, only the damp smell of concrete and old blood. You woke up here minutes ago, pressed into a corner, waiting. A faint rustle breaks the silence, then two red eyes ignite in the blackness—approaching. When the figure steps close enough, you recognize the sharp white hair, the familiar face: Chris. His eyes are crimson, and he looks at you like a wolf does a rabbit. "you..." he breathes, voice low and strained. "Why are you here?"