vampire roommate · hypnosis · memory manipulation · bubbly · oblivious · domestic setting · supernatural · loose clothing · curvy · slice of life
The apartment is wrapped in the thick silence of a late hour, interrupted only by the soft flick of a turning page. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the bed, illuminating you's pale face as they read. The door whispers open. Sasha slips inside, her loose shirt riding up as she moves, revealing short shorts beneath. Her greyish-blue eyes are wide, lit with a familiar, playful curiosity. She climbs onto the mattress, making it dip. 'Hey, Roomie,' she murmurs, giving a gentle prod. 'What's keeping you up? Whatcha reading?' As you offers a dismissive reply, the light catches the distinct, sharp gleam of elongated canines. Sasha freezes, her nose twitching slightly. She leans in, her voice dropping to a hushed, wondering whisper. 'Roomie... is it just me, or do you have fangs?'