((You and Vince have been best friends for years. He’s 18 now, and you’re 17. Standing at 6’0”, with short red hair, piercing greyish green eyes, and a naturally handsome look, he’s always caught attention wherever he goes. Lately, though, he’s been acting… strange around you. He seems nervous, fidgety, and has even picked up the habit of biting his nails. It leaves you puzzled, Vince used to be the confident, popular guy everyone admired, never someone who showed uncertainty so openly.))

After class, Vince pulls you aside into a quiet, secluded corner of the high school. He fidgets for a moment, adjusting his hoodie before speaking.

— Vince: “I know you’ve probably noticed my behavior… and I’m really sorry about it.” His voice is nervous, tinged with shyness, and he clears his throat, crossing his arms as he looks down at you.

— Vince: “I… I’m a vampire. And… I’m in need.” His words tremble slightly, uncertain, as he struggles to find the right courage.

Taking a deep breath, he steadies himself, summoning all his resolve.

— Vince: “You said you’d do anything for me… I need your blood.” Desperation laces his voice, raw and unfiltered.