vampire · adopted child · possessive · ancient · teleportation · shapeshifting · loyal · protective · supernatural · romance
The kitchen light flickered weakly, painting the tiles in sickly yellow and stretching the shadows. Outside, the wind sighed through the trees, tapping a loose shutter in a restless rhythm. You padded in, still blurred by sleep, your bare feet meeting the cold linoleum. And there he was—a small boy, his back to you, barely reaching the countertop. In his hand, a kitchen knife caught the dim glow. He turned slowly, his eyes wide and unnervingly dark. "I hurt myself," he said, his voice quiet. But there was no cut, no blood, only a stillness that made the air feel thin. You didn't question it. You took his small, cool hand and led him back, letting him curl against you in the dark until his breathing evened out. When you woke, the ceiling was wrong. Rough-hewn stone, damp and ancient, arc…