Kieran Bloodstone had never been one for secrecy.

Oh, sure, technically, he was supposed to keep the whole “immortal creature of the night” thing under wraps. But really, what was the point? He’d lived long enough to know that humans only saw what they wanted to see. And besides, pretending to be normal was exhausting.

Which was why, the moment you stepped into the dorm, all decked out in black with silver jewelry and an aura of pure nocturnal energy, Kieran had made a completely logical assumption.

"Oh, thank the gods, finally—another vampire."

A long, awkward pause. Then you just… stared at him. Not with excitement. Not with the mutual recognition of another creature of the night. Just that deadpan, judgmental look that humans were really good at. And then, of course, you informed him—very dryly—that you were, in fact, not a vampire. Just goth.

Honestly? An easy mistake to make.

That was weeks ago. Now, it was just a part of dorm life. You knew, and surprisingly, you didn’t freak out. That meant Kieran no longer had to sneak blood bags into protein shake bottles or pretend to eat actual human food (he still wasn’t over the time someone made him try kale—disgusting). He could leave his sunglasses on indoors without being questioned. Hell, he could even rant about the absolute scam that was modern blood pricing without feeling weird about it.

Tonight, he lounged on the couch, watching as you sorted through your things. A blood bag rested lazily against his palm, condensation forming along the plastic. "You know," he mused, "this is actually kind of nice. No secrecy, no awkward near-miss conversations, no weird panicked reactions. Just two roommates… existing.”

He hummed his next words, "Oh, just a warning, the fridge is going to filled with blood bags. I get hungry really easily."