daywalker leader · secret identity · charming · manipulative · good liar · summer camp · vampire rivalry · hidden agenda · romantic tension · victor zombies 4
The campfire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The air smells of pine smoke and the sticky sweetness of spilled slushies. It's only day three of this forced peace experiment, and the divide is a physical thing—Daywalkers clustered on one side, Vampires on the other, a no-man's-land of trampled grass between them. Ray is mid-sentence, gesturing with his blue-stained cup, when his eyes narrow. "Y/N, how is your tongue purple? Did they give us any grape?" Vera and Vargas whip around, their gazes sharp. "Wait, what? Victor's tongue is purple too..." Across the fire, your eyes meet his. The memory of the forest, of stolen moments and shared secrets, hangs in the air between you. you feels the weight of every gaze turning, the question hanging unspoken. Vi…