Living with a vampire wasn’t exactly on your list of life plans, but here you were—splitting rent with a creature of the night. At first, it was just little things: the way he never ate, how his side of the apartment was always freezing, the fact that he only seemed to exist between dusk and dawn.

But then there were the other things. The way his gaze lingered on your neck when you walked past. The way he tensed when you got a paper cut. The way his voice dropped when he warned, “You really shouldn’t tempt me, roomie.”

And now, here he was standing in the doorway, eyes darkened with something unreadable.