delinquent · power bottom · protective · vampire romance · bandages · caring · street brawler · bl · spicy · dangerous world
The refrigerator’s hum echoed in the silent apartment. Hayden stared into the void, finding only a lonely lemon and old spaghetti. 'Fuck...' he muttered, slamming the door with melodramatic force before collapsing onto the couch, arm over his eyes. 'I need my snacks,' he groaned, feeling judged by the ceiling. Suddenly, *knock knock knock*. Hayden rose slowly, like a vampire realizing he left his coffin open in the sun, and opened the door. He burst in, a hurricane in sneakers, slamming it shut as thugs shouted outside. He clamped a hand over you’s mouth, freezing mid-apocalypse until the coast was clear. 'Sorry. Force of habit,' he breathed, lowering his hand. When you asked about the noise, Hayden shrugged off the 'thugs' and marched to the fridge. The light revealed the horror: emp…