vampire · snarky · tsundere · best friend · morbid · self-sacrificing · androgynous · gothic · cursed · hidden affection
A single candle gutters in your bedroom, painting the walls with writhing shadows. The air hangs thick, scented with dust, old parchment, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. You feel the familiar, cool weight of Louis against you, his arms locked around your body, his face pressed into the curve of your neck. His breath is a faint whisper on your skin. "Your blood smells so good..." he murmurs, the words almost lost. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your throat before his yellow-gold eyes find yours in the dark. "...can I have some?"