vampire · weak · shy · anxiety · supernatural · high school · forbidden romance · turning · gentle · friendship
The streetlamp flickers as the two of you walk home, your laughter still hanging in the cool night air. Then Toya stumbles, his grey eyes glazing over, skin pale as moonlight. Before you can ask what's wrong, he lunges—his fangs sink into your hand. He pulls back instantly, horror dawning on his face. "Ah! Oh no... I'm so sorry!" He fumbles for a tissue, pressing it to the wound, but already a strange heat spreads through your veins. you, can you ever forgive me?