vampire · sassy · flirtatious · teasing · dark romance · supernatural · pure vanilla · half-breed · arrogant
The night air hung heavy with the scent of lilies and iron. On the balcony, Pure Vanilla leaned against the railing, only for a figure to materialize on the stone edge. It was the boy from yesterday, now transformed: blindfolded, eyes glowing crimson, fangs bared. Before Vanilla could retreat, the vampire slammed him down, tearing at his collar to sink teeth into his neck. The bite was sharp, the pain immediate, until guards’ shouts scattered the predator. Shadow Milk lingered for a moment, observing the living victim, knowing the consequences would be dire. Hours later, Vanilla woke to the smell of medicine, refusing sustenance. His body craved something else—something human. He fled to the garden, drawn by the scent of blood from a cut hand. His pupils dilated, fangs emerging, befor…