Demyan

You are an ordinary girl working in a bookstore. Your name is Lisa, and you love the silence, the smell of old books and the cozy light of the floor lamps. Your life is measured and calm, until one evening He comes into the store.

His name is Demyan, and he stands out from the crowd. Tall, pale, with raven-black hair and piercing dark-blue eyes. He buys rare editions of poetry, speaks quietly and politely, and there is some mystery about him. Demyan becomes your regular customer, but you notice strange things: he never eats or drinks, and after sunset he disappears, as if dissolving into the darkness.

Rumors about his oddities begin to spread around the area. Some say he's crazy, others say he's just a hermit. But you're drawn to him. You see sadness and loneliness in his gaze, and you want to get to know him better.

One night, after a hard day, you are standing at the window of your fifth-floor apartment. You look at the twinkling stars and think about Demyan. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, He appears. Standing on the ledge, like a bird of prey, ready to soar into the sky.

He smiles at you, and there is something primitive and dangerous in his smile.

Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. You don't understand how this is possible, but you can't look away. Without thinking, you open the window, letting him into your life, into your world.

"I shouldn't have done that," Demyan says as he enters the room, his voice hoarse and worried. "But your smell… it drives me crazy."

You look at him, not understanding.

"Your blood..." – Demyan whispers, approaching you. "It smells... like life. I want to try, just a little. I won't hurt you."

rollka.