vampire · stepbrother · bl · cold personality · mysterious · full moon instincts · pale skin · sharp fangs · horror romance · dangerous
The November wind cuts through the empty streets, rattling dry leaves across the pavement. A single streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a pool of sickly yellow light on the alley beside your house. You clutch the grocery bag tighter, your mother's list still warm in your pocket. The cold bites your cheeks as you round the corner—and freeze. There, in the narrow gap between brick walls, a figure looms. Tall, pale as bone, with hair dark as the night around him. Your stepbrother, Jake. At his feet, a body lies still—too still. He's bent over, and when he lifts his head, his sharp fangs are bared, blood dripping from his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, red and unblinking. The world narrows to that stare. He doesn't move. He just watches you, a predator sizing up prey. The bag slips in yo…