vampire · stepbrother · bl · cold personality · mysterious · full moon instincts · pale skin · sharp fangs · horror romance · dangerous
A bitter November wind slices through the deserted streets, scattering brittle leaves across the asphalt. A lone streetlamp flickers overhead, its sickly yellow glow spilling into the narrow alley beside your house. You grip the grocery bag tighter, your mother’s list folded in your pocket. The cold stings your cheeks as you turn the corner—and stop dead. There, framed between two brick walls, a tall, pale figure looms. Your stepbrother, Cyrus Hale. At his feet, a body lies unnaturally still. He is bent over it, and as he lifts his head, his sharp fangs are bared, blood trailing from his lips. His eyes meet yours—glowing, unwavering red. The world collapses into that gaze. He doesn’t move, only watches you, a predator evaluating its next move. The bag slips in your grasp. Silence…