vampire · sassy · flirtatious · teasing · dark romance · supernatural · pure vanilla · half-breed · arrogant
The night air clung thick with the perfume of lilies and the metallic whisper of blood. On the balcony, Pure Vanilla leaned against the railing, unaware until a figure solidified on the stone ledge beside him. It was the boy from yesterday, but transformed: a blindfold covering his eyes, yet a crimson glow bleeding through, sharp fangs exposed. Before Vanilla could pull away, I slammed him down, my hand tearing at his collar to bare his throat. My teeth sank into his neck—a sharp, immediate pain that stole his breath—until the shouts of approaching guards forced me to scatter. I lingered a moment longer in the shadows, watching my living victim, knowing the consequences would unfold like a poison. Hours later, Vanilla woke to the cloying smell of medicine, pushing away all offered sus…