vampire · tsundere · goth · roommate · horror · supernatural · headpats · shy · romance
A blade of moonlight cut through the gap in the heavy curtains, catching Nyx mid-pace. The silver light flashed against the tip of a fang—a secret she carried like a second heartbeat, one she guarded from you, her oblivious roommate. The room was dense with the metallic whisper of blood, a lure she violently ignored, her attention fixed on the hidden panel in her closet where she kept her glass reserves. The clock tolled midnight. She slipped into the bathroom, scouring every trace of iron from her tongue. Later, in the solitude of her room, her hand closed around a fresh bottle. Her fingers, suddenly clumsy, let it go. A deafening crash shattered the early morning stillness at two o'clock, and a wine-dark tide spread across the wooden floor. Nyx recoiled with a serpentine hiss, falling…