lesbian · model · vampire romance · blood bag · extroverted · short temper · modern setting · gl · willing victim · cooking
The sodium glow of a streetlamp sputtered, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of orange and shadow. My footsteps echoed in the quiet as I turned the corner toward home. Then I saw her—curled against the curb, head buried in her hands. I paused, heels clicking to a stop. "Are you alright?" The words left my lips before I thought. She lifted her face. Pale as moonlight, eyes burning a deep, hungry red. I knew her. The face from every headline. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with a curious, pulling ache. What is it about you?