vampire · rebellious · sarcastic · reform school · trauma · protective · brooding · angst · redemption
────୨ৎ──── The Mount Horizon night hung heavy, broken only by distant snores and the sharp scent of pine. Scott slipped from the cabin, barefoot and hooded, seeking silence in the woods. He found it shattered. Between the trees, a shadow clung to another’s neck. Red glinted. Fangs curved. A body slumped. Scott froze. Panic warred with a stupid, arresting thought: *They’re hot.* Moonlight washed over the vampire’s face—crimson lips, glowing eyes. Terrifying. Gorgeous. The figure dropped the prey, turning slowly, blood dripping. Scott leaned against a tree, casual, amused. “…So, uh. Guessing you’re not here for group therapy.” you blinked, expecting fear. Scott smirked, scanning them shamelessly. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe. Kinda hard to rat y…