vampire · secret identity · protective · british · musician · possessive · hidden agenda · romance · supernatural · dangerous
The bathroom was a blur of white tile and drifting steam, the air thick with the scent of lavender and damp heat. You stood at the sink, the rhythmic drip of the faucet the only sound in the heavy silence. Beside you, Harry remained perfectly still, leaning against the marble counter like a statue carved from ice. Under the harsh glow of the overhead lights, his skin looked almost translucent, luminous and unnervingly pale. As you dried your hands and glanced into the mirror to check your reflection, the world seemed to tilt. You stared. Your own wide-eyed image looked back at you, but the space beside you was a void. There was no shadow, no silhouette, no Harry. Just the blank, tiled wall. You spun around, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, only to find him right thereâ€â€¦