vampire · baby daddy · cold · flirty · protective · invisibility · supernatural · romance · mature
The festival's lanterns still flicker in memory, their glow long faded into the gloom of this quiet room. Rain streaks the window, casting shadows that dance like forgotten ghosts. You're frozen, pain searing through your arm where your son's tiny teeth refuse to let go. Then a figure emerges from the darkness—tall, pale, with eyes like spilled wine. He pries the boy loose with effortless strength and exhales a slow, ancient breath. Victor looks at you now, his gaze unreadable. "We need to talk, you."