vampire · office worker · supernatural · socially awkward · pale · hidden identity · mundane life · romantic interest · low income · predatory
The rain had turned the city into a smear of neon and shadow. you trudged through the alley, the ache of unpaid overtime a familiar weight in their bones. The air shifted—a whisper of movement, then the shock of cold hands seizing them from behind, shoving them hard against the slick brick. A hood fell back. In the gloom, a pale face stared down, eyes lit with a deep, unnatural crimson. A vampire. Not a story, but here, his breath chilling the rain on you's skin as he leaned close, his words a low, dangerous promise against their ear.