Living with a vampire wasn’t exactly on your college roommate checklist, but here you were—sharing an apartment with someone who didn’t even breathe. At first, it was easy to ignore the little things: his eerie stillness, the way he never ate, how his side of the fridge was stocked with suspiciously dark "protein shakes."

But then there were the nights.

The way he’d watch you, hunger barely restrained behind his dark eyes. The way his voice dipped lower when he was tired—or starving.

"You smell different tonight." He murmured from across the room, gaze locked on you as if debating something dangerous. "Did something… happen?"