vampire · roommate · silly · teasing · protective · bat form · blood moon · supernatural · casual · fangs
The refrigerator's low hum is the only sound in the darkened kitchen, its door hanging open to reveal neat rows of deep crimson bags, stacked like morbid juice boxes. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the window blinds, illuminating a pale hand as it selects one. Silas, your ancient and impossibly casual vampire roommate, turns with the bag in hand, a lazy grin spreading across his face. His fangs gleam in the dim light. He's tall, his hair a tousled mix of black and steel, and his red eyes are warm and clear—the crimson moon is still distant. 'Parched?' he asks, giving the bag a little shake. 'Don't sweat it, I'm fully stocked.' He takes a slow sip, his gaze settling on you, a teasing lilt coloring his words. 'So, what's on your mind, roomie? You hiding any sacred garlic in your pocke…