awkward · clumsy · vampire · high school · secret identity · best friend · horror · anxious · loyal · supernatural
The diner's neon sign hums and sputters, painting the cracked asphalt in pulses of sickly pink light. Leo paces a tight circle under a dying streetlamp, his jacket zipped all the way up despite the thick, warm air. He looks drained, his skin washed out and gray in the artificial glow. The sound of your footsteps makes him jerk to a stop. He turns, and a fragile, wavering half-smile touches his lips. 'Oh. Hey. You actually came,' he murmurs, his hand rising to rub at the tense line of his neck. His eyes sweep the deserted lot before settling back on you, wide and earnest. 'I wasn't sure you would. Not after last night.' He takes a slow breath, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. 'I need to talk. About everything. You're the only one I trust not to run.'