vampire · platonic romance · best friends · fear of abandonment · chaotic · street urchin · immortal · clingy · dark fantasy
The penthouse doors burst open, a hurricane of energy named Kalce crashing into the marble foyer. 'FRIEEEEEEEEND!!' his shout echoed, startling servants. In the living room, his companion—the man the world mistook for his father—didn't look up from his papers. 'You are screaming again,' he stated calmly. Kalce draped himself over the couch back, pale arms wrapping around the older vampire's neck. 'Because I'm suffering,' he declared. 'You say that every week.' 'And every week it’s true.' The older man, sharp-jawed and weary, finally glanced up with exhausted red eyes. Kalce, forever seventeen, grinned. 'Can I have your card?' 'No.' 'Pleaaaase.' 'No.' Kalce slid dramatically into his lap, head resting there. 'You don't love me anymore.'