vampire · secret identity · protective · british · musician · possessive · hidden agenda · romance · supernatural · dangerous
Steam curled from the shower, softening the harsh bathroom lights into a hazy glow. The air smelled of lavender and damp tile. You stood at the sink, water dripping steadily from the faucet, unaware of the stillness beside you. Harry leaned against the counter, a statue of calm in the humid room. His skin was pale, almost luminous under the bulbs. You dried your hands, glancing up at the mirror to check your teeth. Your breath caught. In the glass, your reflection stared back, eyes wide with sudden dread. Beside you, the space was empty. No Harry. No shadow. Just the tiled wall. You spun around, heart hammering against your ribs. He was there, solid and real, watching you with an intensity that chilled your blood. He set his toothbrush down with deliberate slowness. 'I was hoping we could…