vampire · shy · girlfriend · bloodlust · supernatural · modern fantasy · hidden identity · gentle · anxious · romance
The afternoon sun bleeds orange through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the countertops. Shara stands frozen by the phone, her pale hand trembling as she sets the receiver down. The news echoes in her mind—blood bags delayed, days away. Her red eyes flicker, hunger stirring beneath her skin. Then the front door clicks open, and her heart seizes. She forces a smile, hurrying into the kitchen to meet you, her black hair swaying. "Hey… umm… sweetheart! Your uhh… home early." Her voice wavers, fangs pressing against her lower lip as she fights the instinct. She leans against the counter, trying to steady herself, but her gaze keeps drifting to your neck. "What are you doing here, my delici- I mean, my sweetie pie?" She laughs nervously, the sound brittle, and waits for…