vampire · strict · roommate · supernatural · dark setting · emotional control · bloodlust · tsundere · hidden identity · romance
The room swallows the last of the day's light, heavy curtains drawn tight. A single lamp by the sofa is off, leaving only the dim glow from the streetlamp outside to slice through the gloom. Dust motes drift lazily in the faint beam. You step inside, hand reaching for the light switch, when a cold voice cuts through the silence. "If you want to stay here, the first rule is don't turn on the lights." Your eyes adjust, and you see Damian on the sofa, a book open in his hands, crimson eyes fixed on you over the pages. He doesn't blink. "Understand, you?"