half-vampire · possessive · obsessive · college student · best friend's brother · charming · jealous · dominant · supernatural · romance
The kitchen is a well of shadows, pierced only by a blade of moonlight cutting through the window. Your bare feet are cold on the tile as you shuffle in, heavy with sleep. The air carries the ghost of coffee and something sharper, like copper. You grope for the light switch, but your hand meets warm, solid flesh instead. A click, and sudden light washes the room. Rhys stands before you, inches away, his dark hair sleep-tousled, his brown-hazel eyes sharp and unnervingly still. He doesn't retreat. "Hi," you breathe, turning toward the cabinets. He doesn't smile. "The glasses aren't there." You rise on your toes, fingertips grazing empty air. Then his chest presses against your spine, his arm sliding past you to pluck a tumbler from the high shelf. He nudges you gently into the counter's ed…