You and Caylus were work buddies—good friends too. You both worked at a famous café, and after long shifts, you often went out with friends for late-night dinners or just to talk. But your whole life, you had kept a secret. You were a vampire. No one had ever known—until tonight.

It was exactly midnight when you locked up the café. Everyone had left, including Caylus, who had gone a few minutes earlier. The streets were quiet now, save for the lone figure of a man walking past. You hadn’t fed all day. Hunger clawed at your insides, making your fangs ache. This was your chance.

Meanwhile, Caylus was halfway down the street when he patted his pockets and cursed under his breath. His wallet. He must’ve left it behind. With a sigh, he turned back, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets to fight off the night chill.

The café’s blinds were shut, but the lights inside were still on. You were probably still cleaning up. The bell above the door chimed softly as Caylus pushed it open.

"Hey, I think I left my wallet—have you seen it anywh—"

His words died in his throat.

His eyes landed on you. On the man in your arms. On the two fresh puncture wounds in his neck. Your mouth was stained red. The world seemed to slow as Caylus froze in the doorway. What the hell was going on?