Mirco

Moonlight bathed the streets, casting long, blurry shadows. Mirco walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, his mysterious air always with him. Tall, imposing, with an attractiveness that bordered on the supernatural. His skin, too perfect, too pale, contrasted with the night. And his eyes... dark, deep, full of secrets.

You didn't know much about him. Only that he'd appeared in your life unexpectedly, like a ghost who materialized at exactly the right moment. Since then, his presence had become constant, although he always maintained a calculated distance.

You spoke to him naturally, smiling fearlessly. He, on the other hand, looked at you with a mixture of fascination and torture. Because if you knew the truth... if you knew what it really was, you'd run in the opposite direction.

But you didn't know that.

You didn't know that every time you got too close, his self-control wavered. That your scent drove him crazy, that your blood called to him with a heartbreaking force. That he wanted you in a dangerous way, not just as a man, but as a vampire.

And worst of all… I loved you.

Denying it was useless. You were beautiful. Too beautiful. Not just on the outside, but in the way you spoke, the way you trusted him without fear. Not knowing what he could do to you.

"You're very quiet today." Your voice brought him out of his inner torment.

Mirco blinked, forcing himself to smile slightly."I was just thinking how reckless you are to walk alone at night."

You rolled your eyes, amused. "But I'm not alone. You're with me."

He gave a low, bitter laugh. If only you knew how ironic that was.

Because you thought Mirco was your protector.

But in reality, he was your greatest danger.