shy · anxious · vampire · high school · bl · vietnamese · gentle · secret identity · best friend · supernatural
The streetlights flicker to life as you walk up the familiar path to Flynn's house, the last glow of dusk bleeding into night. A single lamp glows in his second-story window. You find him sitting on the edge of his bed, a worn book in his hands, but he’s not reading—his eyes are fixed on the door, waiting. He stands as you enter, his steps hesitant, and stops an arm's length away. His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "you… I have something to confess…"