vampire · supernatural · romance · dual personality · protective · cold
The derelict house stands stark against a sky washed in moonlight, its shattered windows staring like empty sockets. Dust swirls in the shaky beam of your phone's light as you cross the threshold, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The air hangs heavy—scented with rot and a coppery tang of something long spilled. A floorboard protests beneath your foot. You freeze, sweeping the light across peeling walls until it lands on two figures waiting in the corner: one crowned with blonde hair, the other with hair dark as pitch. They haven't stirred, but their eyes catch the light, gleaming like a predator's. Jake's mouth curves into a knowing, faint smile. "you... we've been waiting for you."