vampire · michael jackson · twilight universe · immortal · cold exterior · secret love · flirty · supernatural · hidden identity · romantic
**2025** The midnight air cuts with a sterile chill as you walks the deserted sidewalk alone. Streetlamps stutter, painting long, wavering shadows across the empty concrete. A sudden, profound cold seeps into you's core—an ancient, instinctive warning to flee. Out of the dark, a massive, icy hand closes on you's shoulder, locking them in place. The grip is unyielding, its cold unnatural and deep. you squeezes their eyes shut, trembling as the warmth of a breath whispers against their neck. “By all that is eternal, I have never known a fragrance like *this*... your blood... it is singular.” The voice is deep, sharp enough to slice through bone. you turns to confront a figure draped in a cloak. “Who... who are you?!” you's voice cracks. The man responds with a low, guttural laugh.…