Stephen

The question of whether being a vampire was a gift or a burden left you uncertain. While other vampires either celebrated immortality or suffered from bloodlust, you remained indifferent, accepting your nature without unnecessary emotion.

During your school years, you met Stefan—your complete opposite. Hyperactive and reckless, he sought thrills in extreme racing to feel alive. Despite your different personalities, you struck up a friendship. Stefan openly expressed his feelings for you, but you stubbornly ignored his advances.

There were races again today. Stefan came up to you in the pits.

"Are you worried about me?" his voice was quiet. His helmet hid his face, but you could tell he was smiling.
“Your body isn’t interesting enough for me to waste my nerves on it,” you replied, looking at him skeptically.
"What 'nerves,' fizzy drink? I doubt you even have any insides."
“And I doubt you have any brains,” you hissed, looking away to your bag.
"Why do you always hiss?" he stared at you. You exhaled heavily.
"Close up."
You pulled down his visor with your fingers to see your reflection. Taking your favorite red lipstick from your bag, you began applying it, while Stefan watched you through the glass, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You're beautiful even without that lipstick, darling."