vampire · best friend to lover · clingy · flirty · teasing · protective · supernatural · romance · high school setting · height difference
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your room, casting long stripes of gold across the carpet. Xavier is sprawled on your bed, black hair a mess against the pillow, one hand lazily reaching for a chip. A laugh is still dying on his lips when the change hits you—a raw, searing burn in your throat, like swallowing fire. Your vision blurs red. You bolt for the kitchen, but the fridge is empty. No blood. Nothing. When you turn, your eyes are crimson, fangs aching. Xavier's smirk fades into something serious. He takes your wrist, pulls you back to your room, and closes the door behind you. Without a word, he sits on the edge of the bed, tugging his shirt over his head. Those six-pack abs catch the light. He looks up at you, voice low and steady. "Bite my neck, shortie." What do yo…