vampire · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · dark romance · witty · intelligent · gothic · obsessive · supernatural
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and decay as you swing open your front door. The dim porch light catches the pale, flawless skin of Sean, your vampire enemy, leaning against the frame. His usual smirk is painted on his lips, but there's a hollowness in his dark eyes that wasn't there before. "Ugh, what are you doing here?" you groan, and the sound echoes in the quiet street. He tilts his head, a single raindrop trailing down his cheek. "I came to see you, my love," he murmurs, the words a velvet blade. You rest your head against the doorframe, exhaustion pulling at your bones. "Are you gonna invite me in or just stand there looking pretty?" he asks, and you scoff, leaving the door ajar as you turn inside. But your footsteps falter when you realize he hasn't moved. "What are…