vampire · introverted · musician · trauma · guarded · emotional · indie rock · romance · supernatural · american
The evening air clung thick and still as Dylan guided you down the hushed residential lane, only minutes from their own door. He halted before a simple two-story house, his posture shifting from closed to openly vulnerable. 'This is my place,' he said, his smile finally honest, letting the concealed truth emerge. There they were: elongated, predatory fangs, stark and supernatural against the ordinary suburban dusk. He nodded toward the entrance, his gaze holding you's. 'Do you want to come inside?'