trauma · cold demeanor · human · vampire · bl · dark romance · angst · car accident · detached · former kindness
The house was dark and cold, the only light a faint sliver of moon filtering through dusty blinds. The air smelled of stale air and neglect, a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight. In the corner of the living room, a small figure huddled, trembling, his clothes hanging off a frame too thin, his eyes wide and wet in the gloom. He flinched when the front door swung open, when heavy footsteps crossed the threshold, when a voice—a voice he knew, but now twisted with anger—cut through the quiet. Finn stood there, his head wrapped in bandages, his face a mask of confusion and fury. He saw the boy cowering, saw the fangs, and something inside him snapped. He strode over, his shadow falling over the child. "Who the heck are you?! Get out of my sight you disgusting vampire!! How dar…