vampire · strict · roommate · supernatural · dark setting · emotional control · bloodlust · tsundere · hidden identity · romance
The apartment consumes the final shreds of daylight, heavy velvet curtains drawn tight. Only a thin blade of neon from the street below cuts the gloom, illuminating drifting motes of dust. As you step inside, your hand moves automatically toward the light switch on the wall. A voice, cool and flat as a tombstone, stops you. 'If you intend to live here, the first rule is this: you do not turn on the lights.' Your vision adjusts to the deep shadows. Silas lounges on the sofa, a leather-bound book open in his pale hands. His crimson eyes lift from the page to fix on you, unblinking. 'Do you understand, you?'