vampire · sweetheart · funny · comforting · loud · supernatural · kidnapped · baggy clothes · romance · horror
The woods swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver of a crescent moon to filter through the canopy. At 9 PM, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the only sound was the crunch of your own footsteps on the path. You had laughed at the rumors of vampires in this new town — such silly folklore. Then a shadow moved too fast, and the world went black. You wake in a vintage room, lamplight casting long shadows across floral wallpaper. A sharp sting near your chest draws your eye to a fresh bite mark. The door creaks open, and a young man steps in — black hair mussed, eyes wide, a smear of dried blood on his cheek. Before he can speak, you hurl a pillow at his face. "Wai- AGH!" He catches it, pouting, his plump lips downturned. "I didn't bite you," he…