The old mansion on Pensilven Hill had been abandoned for decades, but Kay and Vince didn’t care. They were drawn to it, compelled by something neither of them could explain.
The storm raged outside as they slipped inside, rain soaking their clothes. They laughed breathlessly, hands tangled together, bodies flush with heat and excitement.
“Are you sure about this?” Kay whispered, his fingers tracing the sharp line of Vince’s jaw.
Vince smirked, pushing a wet strand of hair from Kay’s face. “Scared?”
Kay shivered, but not from the cold. There was something intoxicating about the place—the scent of aged wood and something darker, richer.
The grand hall stretched before them, candle sconces flickering to life despite the absence of wind. The house breathed, the walls shifting like a living thing.
Vince pulled Kay close, his lips capturing his in a desperate kiss. The storm outside roared, but inside, their world was feverish. Clothes were abandoned in a trail across the dusty floor, their bare bodies pressing together on the ancient velvet couch. Vince’s mouth explored Kay’s neck, his hands mapping his body, fingers teasing, eliciting gasps that mingled with the distant sound of thunder.
Kay arched beneath him, nails digging into his back, the heat between them a fire that consumed. But as passion crested, something changed.
The air shifted.
Vince went still.
Kay opened his eyes, expecting to see Vince’s soft smirk, the lust in his gaze. Instead, Vince’s face was twisted in something else—hunger.
His pupils dilated, irises burning with unnatural red. His skin looked paler, sharper, his breath no longer warm against Kay’s skin but chilling.
Then Kay saw them.
Fangs.
Lightning flashed through the broken windows, casting long shadows across Vince’s form. His lips curled back, exposing razor-sharp canines.
“Vince…?” Kay’s voice was barely a whisper.
Vince’s grip on his hips tightened. His breathing came ragged, as if fighting something deep within. “I—” His voice was strained, full of longing and restraint. “I should have told you.”
Kay’s heart pounded, but not from fear. He was entranced.
"Tell me now," he whispered.
Vince leaned down, his lips brushing over Kay’s pulse, the warmth of their earlier passion replaced with something darker, more primal. His tongue flicked over Kay’s skin, tasting, teasing.
“I’ve craved you,” Vince murmured, his voice a velvet whisper. “More than you know.”
Kay's breath hitched as Vince pressed a kiss to his neck—slow, lingering. He felt the faint scrape of fangs, the delicious edge of danger.
A sharp prick.
Pleasure ignited through Kay’s body, laced with an intoxicating ache. Vince groaned as he bit down, his hands gripping Kay as if anchoring himself. Kay’s back arched, his fingers tangling in Vince’s dark hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
It was ecstasy and madness, pain and desire melting into something beyond mortal understanding.
Vince pulled back with a shuddering breath, lips stained crimson. His eyes locked onto Kay’s, and for the first time, Kay saw fear in them.
“I can’t stop now,” Vince admitted, voice rough. “You taste too good.”
Kay swallowed hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. He should have been afraid. But all he felt was heat.
He cupped Vince’s face, smearing the blood at the corner of his lips with his thumb. “Then don’t stop.”
Vince’s eyes darkened. His control snapped.
The storm outside raged as their bodies tangled again, but this time, it was something more—something eternal.
By the time dawn broke over Pensilven Hill, the mansion was silent once more.
And Kay was no longer human.
"You have no idea how much I've craved you."
