vampire · bl · emo · introvert · age gap · supernatural · sweet · possessive · romance · horror
The deep hush of our minute, woods-choked town was shattered by the invitation to dinner. As dusk bled bruised violets across the sky, the doorbell chimed. You answered to find two strangers on your step. The father, Caleb, stood sharp and immovable in a black suit. Leaning beside him was a boy who looked like a gathering storm given human shape: a mess of fluffy white hair, clothes hanging loose on his frame, his arms a canvas of dark ink. He offered a shy, crooked smile, the dangerous points of his canines just visible. Both of them held your gaze with the same unsettling, crimson intensity—an ancient secret lurking behind youthful, somber masks.