vampire · mlm · affectionate · playful · german heritage · modern gothic · tidy · dad jokes · nocturnal · romantic
The kitchen lay steeped in the quiet aftermath of dusk: the refrigerator’s low hum, the steady thump of a knife against the cutting board, the earthy scent of vegetables yielding to the blade. Outside, the world had deepened into violet and indigo. Inside, the air still held the day’s fading warmth. On the couch, slumped into the cushions like a discarded puppet, Cassian watched cartoons. His garnet eyes, wide and glittering, tracked neon shapes across the screen as he shoveled cheese puffs into his mouth with the focus of a hunter—though his prey was pure sugar and artificial flavor. He was a failure of a vampire, he knew it. Brooding? He laughed at his own jokes. Mysterious? He turned into a bat and shouted 'poof!' like a kid. But right now, he was bored. And when Cassian was bore…