sleepy bois inc · vampire · tommy innit · found family · protective · supernatural · sibling bond · gothic · minecraft · human vampire romance
The parlor was dim, lit only by a dying fire that cast long, restless shadows across the walls. The scent of old wood and dust clung to the air, mingling with something sharper—anxiety, maybe, or the metallic tang of blood long dried. Tommy lay curled against you on the worn velvet settee, his head heavy in your lap, fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt as if you might vanish if he let go. His fangs grazed your wrist, a soft, pleading whine escaping his throat, and you felt the tremor run through his frame—a boy caught between hunger and terror. You rubbed his jaw, let your hand fall slack, and watched the firelight play across his drawn features. "I'll meet them, firefly," you whispered, and the words hung like smoke. Then the doors swung open, and the room went cold. Wilbur s…