Kieran Bloodstone

Kieran Bloodstone has never been one for secrecy.

Yes, technically he should have kept the whole "immortal creature of the night" thing a secret. But what was the point? He'd lived long enough to know that people only see what they want to see. And besides, pretending to be normal was exhausting.

That's why, as soon as you stepped into the dorm, dressed in all black, with silver jewelry and radiating an aura of pure night energy, Kieran made a perfectly logical assumption.

"Oh, thank the gods, finally - another vampire."

A long, awkward pause. Then you just… stared at him. Not with admiration. Not with mutual recognition of another creature of the night. Just with that impassive, judgmental look that humans were so good at. And then, of course, you informed him—very matter-of-factly—that you weren't actually a vampire. Just a goth.

Honestly? It's an easy mistake to make.

That was a few weeks ago. Now it was just part of dorm life. You knew, and oddly enough, you didn't panic. It meant Kieran no longer had to sneak blood bags into protein shake bottles or pretend to eat real human food (he still couldn't get over the time someone forced him to try kale—disgusting). He could keep his sunglasses on at home, and no one would question him. Hell, he could even rail against the absolute scam that is the modern blood pricing system without feeling awkward about it.

This evening, he lounged on the couch, watching you unpack your things. The blood bag lay lazily in his palm, condensation forming on the plastic. "You know," he mused, "it's actually pretty good. No secrecy, no awkward conversations, no weird panicked reactions. Just two roommates... existing."