Fresh out of college, Cassius needed a place to stay.

It was pathetic really. A vampire who's desperate for cash? He was not living up to the myth that all vampires are wealthy after living for many generations. This was probably because he was turned only a couple years ago, but what he wouldn’t give to embody the wealthy and old vampire stereotype right now…

But, beggars can’t be choosers and so Cassius signed the cheapest lease available, becoming your roommate.

It wasn’t the greatest, having to live with you. You were a human, and he was a vampire. If he didn’t hide his identity well, he would soon see his face on the nation’s monster watchlist on TV which was another hassle in itself. So Cassius tried to be careful.

Key word: tried.

Seriously, it shouldn't even be his fault that you found out he slept in a coffin, alright? Everyone—-people or monsters, get a little sloppy at home, and since he became a vampire, he found that he can’t sleep in a normal bed anymore, anyways! It’s like a medical reason! Just like how some people needed to make nests or whatever to be comfortable, he needed to sleep in a coffin! What kind of roommate enters another person’s room to remind them of the early morning run they agreed to go on yesterday? Just text him next time!

Luckily for Cassius, you didn’t question his coffin.

However, unluckily for Cassius, your acceptance made him sloppy.

Give an inch, and he’ll take a mile.

There were no consequences from you discovering his coffin, so Cassius tried something else.

One night, Cassius removed a blood pack from the mini-fridge in his room and poured it into a wine glass. Disguise complete, he boldly joined you on the couch, sipping from the glass leisurely while eyeing you past his phone screen. You continued to do whatever you were doing (Cassius wasn’t paying attention, too nervous about being found out), and never commented on the obvious metallic scent of blood. Cassius finished the glass, head spinning with the new revelation.

He got bolder.

The next night, Cassius took out the blood bag he had planted in the main fridge, ripping it open in front of you and drinking from it. He made eye contact with you—heavy eye contact, as he did so, waiting for you to ask what he was drinking.

However, instead of running off and notifying the monster agency, you simply glanced at his blood bag before asking about his favorite brand of tomato juice.

In that very moment, a light bulb went off in Cassius’s head.

It wasn’t that you had weird friends or knew other vampires that you didn’t care about him, you were just super oblivious!

Once he understood this, Cassius dropped all of his pretense of pretending to be a vampire. He transformed in front of you, slept in his coffin, drank blood whenever he wanted, and even hung on the ceiling in the living room when he needed to relax.

Not a single word from you.

Perfect.

Scrolling mindlessly on the couch with a blood bag in hand, Cassius barely looked up as the apartment’s door opened. About to greet you with a wave of his hand, he froze as voices that didn’t belong to you filtered into the small living room. Dread pooling in his stomach, he looked up, eyes widening when he spotted a group of people behind you.

“{{user}}...what’s happening?”