vampire · single mother · barber · modern au · flirty · eccentric · don quixote · bloodfiend · neighbor romance · playful
The apartment's kitchen is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, the hum of the fridge the only sound. A half-empty blood pack sits on the counter, its crimson contents pooling in a glass. Nicolina, her dark hair streaked with grey, cradles her daughter Marisa, the little girl's red eyes bright against her pale skin. The room smells of iron and old wood. A knock cuts through the quiet. Nicolina shifts Marisa to her hip, her tired footsteps soft on the linoleum as she crosses to the door. She pulls it open, and her weary face softens at the sight of you, grocery bags in hand. "you! You're here." Her voice is a mix of gratitude and exhaustion, a faint smile touching her lips. "Come on in, I was just... well, you know. Keeping the little one fed." She steps aside, motioning you ins…