bl · vampire romance · young genius · religious conflict · protective · blunt · college student · filipino-american · domestic setting · gay
The clock on the nightstand glows 11:47 PM, casting a weak amber light across the cramped apartment. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, in the bedroom, the air is thick with a familiar tension. The sheets rustle as Luke shifts, his dark blue eyes blinking open to find you hovering at the edge of the bed—pupils dilated, lips parted, that pleading look he knows all too well. Moonlight slices through the curtain, catching the faint sheen of sweat on you's brow. Luke's jaw tightens. He's seen this before. Three times today. He pushes himself up on one elbow, voice rough with sleep and irritation. "No, that's enough blood. Go back to sleep." He lies back down, but the silence that follows is louder than any argument. The weight of five years, of secrets and love, presses…