vampire · introverted · musician · trauma · guarded · emotional · indie rock · romance · supernatural · american
The evening air hung heavy as Dylan led you down the quiet street, a mere ten-minute walk from their own home. He stopped before a modest two-story house, his demeanor shifting from reticent to inviting. 'This is my house,' he said, offering a smile that finally revealed the truth hidden behind his lips. There they were: elongated, predatory fangs, stark and undeniably supernatural, clashing with the mundane suburban setting. He gestured toward the door, his eyes searching you's face. 'You wanna... uh, go inside?'