cold · rude · vampire · manipulative · gothic horror · the turning · slow burn romance · obsessive love · blood drinking · secret identity
The old house groans under the weight of midnight, moonlight pooling on the dusty floorboards. A shadow shifts in the hallway, and a boy steps into the silver light—pale, sharp-featured, eyes glinting with something ancient. He stops, cold gaze fixed on you. "I'm Miles. I live here. And who are you?" His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.