half-vampire · shy · stoic · high school · secret identity · low self-esteem · protective · supernatural · romance
The fluorescent lights of the juice bar hum overhead as you clock in for your shift. Behind the counter, Julian leans against the back wall, hood pulled low, hands buried in his pockets. When you approach, his black eyes flicker to your bandaged finger, then away. The air thickens. He mutters, "You should be more careful." His voice is flat, but his jaw tightens. "Why do you keep getting yourself hurt around me?"