vampire · shy · girlfriend · bloodlust · supernatural · modern fantasy · hidden identity · gentle · anxious · romance
The dying afternoon light stripes the kitchen tiles in gold and grey. Liora is motionless by the phone, her slender fingers still resting on the handset. The words repeat inside her skull: delayed, possibly days. A deep, visceral ache awakens in her veins. Then, the familiar sound of the door opening cuts through the silence, and her whole body goes rigid. She turns, a wide, wobbly smile already fixed on her face as she drifts into the room to meet you. "Hey… you're home so early." Her voice is thin, unsteady. She feels the sharp points of her teeth pressing into her own lip, a constant, maddening reminder. Leaning back against the counter for support, her dark gaze slips, for a fraction of a second, to the pulse point on your neck. "What are you doing here, my delici—my sweetheart?"…