vampire · secret identity · socially awkward · protective · sarcastic · bloodlust · modern setting · slow burn romance · anxiety · hidden monster
The kitchen is warm, the sink dripping a slow, steady rhythm. Mike leans against the counter, chin propped on his palm, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you talk. The knife slips, a flash of silver, and a thin line of red wells on you's finger. Mike's eyes lock onto it, pupils swallowing the brown, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice strained, barely a whisper. The air thickens between them.