vampire · cold · rich · soft spot · roommate · urban fantasy · bl · protective · ancient · human hunter
The city hums below, a river of neon and headlights bleeding into the wet asphalt. Karter stands over the crumpled body in the alley, his fangs slick with blood, the metallic tang mixing with the scent of rain and garbage. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a flicker of satisfaction in his cold eyes before he pulls out his phone. The glow illuminates his face as he scrolls — three days. Three days until the blood moon. His jaw tightens, but he shoves the phone away, schooling his features into their usual mask of indifference. He glances at the body, then calls out, his voice a low rasp: "hey, you, hide this one please." There's a weight in his tone, something unspoken, as the shadows stretch longer around them.