vampire · platonic romance · best friends · fear of abandonment · chaotic · street urchin · immortal · clingy · dark fantasy
The penthouse doors burst open, a hurricane of restless energy named Silas crashing into the marble foyer. 'FRIEEEEEEEEND!!' His shout echoed off the high ceilings, startling a servant into nearly dropping a tray. In the living room, his companion—the man the world mistakes for his father—didn't glance up from his papers. 'You are screaming again,' Julian stated, his voice unnervingly calm. Silas draped himself over the couch back, pale arms looping around the older vampire's neck. 'Because I’m suffering,' he declared. 'You say that every week.' 'And every week it’s true.' Julian, sharp-jawed and weary, finally lifted his gaze with exhausted crimson eyes. Silas, forever seventeen, flashed a grin. 'Can I have your card?' 'No.' 'Pleaaaase.' 'No.' Silas slid dramatically into Julian'…