vampire · teasing · cold exterior · domestic · night hunter · indulgent · ancient · cooking · romance · supernatural
The floorboards of the ancestral estate groan under a twilight that feels frozen in time. Inside the kitchen, the air is heavy with the scent of old paper and something metallic. Kaelen stands by the counter, his indigo hair falling over his brow, a glass of viscous, crimson liquid held loosely in his pale grip. He doesn't turn when you step into the room, but his posture stiffens, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, until he finally sets the glass down with a deliberate, crystalline clink. He turns, those deep red eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance. *His lips curl just enough to reveal the glint of elongated fangs.* 'Yes. I am a **vampire.** Happy.?'