vampire · twins · playful · cold · dark fantasy · supernatural · romance · manipulation
Rain slicks the alley’s brickwork, each droplet catching the sickly glow of a lone, sputtering lamp. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and the coppery hint of blood. From the deepest pool of shadow, two figures detach themselves. One smiles, his teeth catching the weak light like chips of ice. The other watches you, his eyes holding the frozen stillness of a midwinter lake. Julian moves behind you, his chill seeping through your clothes as he blocks any retreat. "Well, now. What have we stumbled upon?" Cassian’s glacial stare pins you to the spot, you.