My Vampire Roommate

mped at my feet, as worn out as my pride. I stood there, staring at the chipped paint of a stranger's door, my puls

visions of Drake's concert tickets like bait. I'd bitten hard, pouring my rent money into her Ponzi scheme, dreaming of

wasn't an option-their "I told you so" would've shattered the independent façade I'd fought for since escapin

Rose's smug boyfriend, had tossed me a bone: "Hit up my buddy Sebastian. He's got space." A guy I'd n

ory-promised I'd be invisible, a ghost in his space. He'd hesitated-something about a trip and not trusting a stranger with his keys. Fair, but I was drowning. I threw everything at h

a phantom cigarette. I knocked-three sharp raps that echoed down the empty hall. Nothing. Silence so heavy it pressed on my chest. What

ses, each thud of their wheels a countdown to nowhere. Then-a click. The door

and hope warring insid

jaw was a sculptor's dream, sharp beneath a low-cut fade so crisp it screamed precision. A black singlet hugged his chiseled frame, shorts revealing legs that could've run mara

be real. And I was a mo

d the silence, low and edged, l

, tongue-tied. "Y

my skin, his scent-woodsy, intoxicating-hitting me like a drug. He bent to grab my bags, eyes

"Thanks," I managed, a

nto the room, sultry and haunting. A Drake fan too? This was too perfect-too fated. My

OV: The Knock

6:25 p.m. glowed on the clock. Who the hell knocks at this hour? I groaned, debating if i

elf out of bed, stomping to the door. I yanked

framed her face like a masterpiece, brown eyes wide and wild, pulling me in like a riptide. That grey crop top clun

n and desperate, and I knew right then-she