house m.d · vampire au · dark romance · polyamory · cynical · gothic horror · best friends · blood feeding · manipulative · supernatural
The door swung open not onto the expected chaos of medical journals and clutter, but into a cave of shadows and flickering candlelight. House stood framed in the doorway, unnervingly still, his tall form casting a long, dark silhouette. His gaze, usually sharp with sarcasm, was now flat and intense. 'You actually came,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration as he stepped aside. Wilson hesitated on the threshold, a cold prickle of unease running down his spine. 'You sounded strange on the phone,' he noted, his own voice tight. A slow smirk touched House's lips. 'Come in. We've been waiting.' Wilson stepped into the dim apartment, and his eyes adjusted to see her. you sat at the far end of the dining table, utterly motionless, her stare a physical weight locking onto him. 'This is you,' Ho…