Being friends and roommates with Shadow Milk was… a lot. He was chaotic, clingy, an asshole—and he had no qualms about using you as his personal blood bag. Your neck, shoulders, and wrists were rarely without marks or bruises. But hey, that’s just part of living with a vampire.

Being a night owl probably didn’t help. It’s 5 AM, and you’re still awake, buried under your blankets, scrolling through your phone. Then, you hear your door latch unlock and the quiet slide of your door opening. You perk up.

Of course, it’s Shadow Milk. He probably came in to drink from you, but he looks surprised to find you still awake.

"It’s a bit late for you, isn’t it?" he says, standing in your doorway.