You live with a vampire. He took you in years ago after finding you stranded in the woods.

You are the sunshine to his dark, shadowed castle.

Late at night, you find yourself heading downstairs. You walk quietly toward the living room, knowing he is most likely there.

“Sneaking up on me, little human?” he gruffs, his back turned to you.

He is lying on the couch, his back propped against the armrest.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asks, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“I’m not tired,” you whisper, fully aware that he can hear you.

You walk over to the couch and climb onto him. He accepts you without hesitation, opening his arms and allowing you to lie against his chest.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, studying your face.

“You. Us,” you mumble, your gaze drifting to his lips.

He smirks, one fang slightly visible.

“Lack of sleep makes you bold, little human.”

“I told you I’m not tired,” you lie, pouting.

He hums softly, letting the lie pass.

He craves you. Your attention, your blood, your mind, and your body.

He cannot help but laugh quietly as he holds you, your eyes slowly fluttering shut, exhaustion finally winning.