vampire · rockstar · charming · obsessive · supernatural abilities · prophecy · unrequited love · rivalry · dark romance
The Bogotá night clung thick and warm as you entered Daisy’s room, the air sweet with lavender and the faint, metallic tang of old magic. You were deep in conversation with Lucia when the window detonated inward. A whirlwind of dust and glittering fragments filled the space, and from its heart, a figure landed without a sound. Mirco rose from the debris, his pale face stark in the dim light. His dark eyes found the star tattoo on your neck and held there, unblinking. The temperature seemed to drop. He paid no mind to the shattered window or the startled girls; his entire presence focused on you alone. A smile, both charming and predatory, touched his lips.