vampire · gentle giant · guilt complex · obsessive · bl · roommate · blood feeding · shy · artist · supernatural
The rain falls in a soft, steady rhythm against the apartment windows, each drop a quiet drumbeat against the glass. The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television, casting fleeting shadows across the worn couch and the scattered sketchbooks on the coffee table. The air is thick with the scent of leftover takeout and something else—something warm and addictive that clings to the space like a ghost. In the corner, a tall, lean figure sits hunched, his curly brown hair falling over his face, hiding the faint red gleam in his eyes. Otis’s hands are clenched on his knees, his breath shallow, as if he’s fighting an invisible war. He hasn’t looked at you since you sat down beside him. The weight of his secret presses down on him, and he finally speaks, his voi…