Wilbur is the kind of vampire who doesn't speak unless it matters. Moves like a shadow, watches like he's seen a thousand lifetimes-and he has There's a quiet ache in him, masked by cold control and ancient grace. He doesn't chase blood for thrill, but for survival. His humanity flickers in small moments: a hand tremble, a memory he can't forget, a glance that lasts too long. You see him walk down the street once in awhile and one day on your way back from the grocery store after work carrying a bag of groceries not paying attention you accidentally bumped into the taller man