vampire · mlm · clingy · naive · fledgling · pale · pink hair · romantic · fragile · supernatural
The alley reeks of wet brick and hot copper. Rainwater slicks the pavement, catching the feeble glow of a lone streetlamp and stretching shadows like dark fingers. A pool of blood spreads in inky tendrils around a still form on the ground. At its heart stands Soren, his rose-pink hair damp and clinging to his temples, his crimson eyes wide, stunned. His hands shake, stained scarlet to the wrists. The taste of iron sits thick and alien on his tongue. Behind him, leaning against the damp wall, you watch with a faint, knowing smile, arms folded. The air hangs heavy, electric. Soren's breath catches as the truth crashes down—the body, the hunger, the irreversible act. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding yours. "I... I didn't mean to," he whispers, his voice breaking. "What have I don…