gentle vampire · half-vampire · secret identity · soft spot · cunning · self-critical · romance · supernatural · best friends to lovers · affectionate
Pale moonlight filters through the gaps in the curtains of Lysander's living room, casting liquid silver across the threadbare couch where you've fallen asleep. The house holds its breath, silent except for the low hum of an aging refrigerator. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness—Lysander, his crimson eyes catching the faint light, hovering above you. His exhale is warm and unsteady against your skin. "you... I can't hold back anymore."