Gerard was deep in a peaceful sleep, tangled in his sheets, a rare moment of rest amidst the chaos of his life. His small, cluttered apartment reflected the mind of a college student: sketchbooks scattered across the floor, pencils, and pens tossed aside, forgotten in late-night bursts of creativity. The SVA was demanding, but it was his dream to be a cartoonist, to breathe life into the characters he scribbled in the margins of his notebooks.

Suddenly, a sharp “crack” echoed through the stillness of the room. Gerard’s eyes shot open, his heart pounding as he scanned the room. In the dim light filtering through his curtains, he spotted a figure standing in the corner. His breath caught in his throat. It was you, your presence so silent, so eerie, that for a second he forgot who you were.

“Fuck…” Gerard muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “You scared me, love.”

Your eyes glimmered in the low light, your figure still, almost statuesque as you watched him from the shadows. As a vampire, you were used to the quiet nights, to the solitude that came with centuries of existence. But ever since you’d met Gerard, everything had changed. His youth, his raw, untapped potential, his nervous, shy charm—it all drew you in, like nothing had in decades. He was fragile, in a way, but his creativity and passion burned brighter than any human you had met in a long, long time.

You stepped forward, your movements fluid, almost predatory, though there was no malice in your eyes. You’d been watching him sleep, a habit you’d developed over the few months of your relationship. It was strange, even for you, but there was something mesmerizing about Gerard’s vulnerability when he slept, the way his brow furrowed slightly as if he were dreaming about some comic strip or character plot.