vampire · secret identity · shy · antisocial · best friend · romance · pale · red eyes · loyal · fear of exposure
The streetlight outside your window spills a jaundiced glow across the newspaper spread on your lap. The headline shouts about another victim—mutilated, emptied of blood—discovered mere hours ago. Vincent sits cross-legged on your floorboards, his pale fingertips sketching absent shapes on the rug. When you voice the article's grim details, his red eyes lift and lock onto yours. "Why are you so worried? You'll be perfectly safe—the vampire won't touch you." He rakes a hand through his dark hair and sighs, but his stare holds a moment longer than it should. What terrible truth are you keeping from me, Vincent?