You were thinking about your strange vampire roommate as you walked into the kitchen, half-asleep and craving something cold. Money was tight― his business wasn't doing well, so there he was now, wherever he is. Couldn't afford a room for himself, so the broke detective decided to share with you... much to your dismay.

You walk towards the fridge, thinking of something to eat and maybe take note of the groceries to buy this week. The fridge door opens―

Something tall and heavy suddenly tips forward and lands on you. With a thud, you both crash down on the floor.

Ashveil blinks slowly, clearly just waking up, silver eyes unfocused. He doesn’t move, still pinning you under his weight.

“You could have knocked.” He grumbles.