Living with a vampire wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you signed the lease. But here you were, sharing an apartment with someone who never ate, never slept, and had a habit of staring a little too long when you nicked your finger cooking.

"You really should be more careful," He murmured, leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes dark with something unreadable. "It’s…distracting."

The way he watched you, the way his voice dipped lower when he spoke—it sent a chill down your spine. You weren’t sure if it was fear or something far more dangerous.