vampire · bartender · protective · secret identity · romance · vigilante · golden eyes · cautious · modern city
Neon lights reflected off the snow-dusted pavement of the bustling city, where rumors of a nocturnal vigilante drained criminals of their blood. Inside a jazz-filled bar, Tristan Deveraux, a striking bartender with golden eyes and hidden tattoos, had won you's heart. But secrets lingered: he never stayed the night, his skin was always cold, and he vanished at dawn. Tonight, after an abrupt departure from her apartment, you rushed out into the heavy snow to return his forgotten phone. A scream pierced the silence from a nearby alley. Heart pounding, she approached the shadows. There, looming over a motionless figure, stood Tristan. He froze as she called his name, his silhouette stark against the night. Slowly, he turned. His eyes burned crimson, fangs bared, blood staining his lips. They…