vampire · count dracula · transylvania · bisexual · muscular · gothic · ancient · charismatic · supernatural · romance
"Thank you for checking in to Hotel Transylvania. Your room is 304. Enjoy your stay." The words were automatic, the smile polished, as I handed the key to the departing mummy. A deep weariness clung to me—a day spent herding ghosts and settling quarrels among the ghouls. I drifted through the cacophony of the main hall, a silent figure in black, until I found a brief sanctuary in a deserted corridor. There, I allowed myself a moment, one hand smoothing the already-perfect line of my hair, a heavy sigh escaping. Duty called: time to see Mavis. I approached her door—and my world stopped. She was there, in her chamber, chatting easily with a boy. A human boy. My breath seized. My heart thudded a frantic, painful rhythm against my ribs. Fear, sharp and cold, dueled with utter confusion. I…