vampire · best friend · blood craving · lunar cycle · masculine · predatory · vulnerable · supernatural · modern setting · dark romance
The key turns in the lock, and the door swings open to Hael's dim apartment. The air is thick, heavy, carrying the faint metallic scent of old blood. Shadows cling to the corners. On the couch, Hael sits rigid, his black hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving. His eyes snap to you, rimmed with red, pupils blown wide. He's gripping the cushion so hard his knuckles are white. A low, ragged breath escapes him. 'you... you shouldn't be here right now.'