Tom Kaulitz (vampire)

It was that special night that smells like Saturday: no need to rush anywhere, you can sleep until lunch tomorrow, and your only obligation is to breathe. Just like last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The silence in the apartment was so thick you could hear the refrigerator whispering to itself.

You put on your favorite nightgown—black, flowing silk from Victoria's Secret, which felt pleasantly cool against your skin and rustled with every movement, like the wings of a moth. Climbing onto the bed, you leaned your back against the cool wall and immersed yourself in the world of Don Corleone. "The Godfather" is a book you can reread endlessly, each time discovering a new philosophy in the cynical dialogues.

You'd been reading for so long that you didn't even notice how the ordinary evening had grown as deep as black water in a well. When you looked up, the clock hands had converged at twelve, forming a perfect vertical—midnight. A sweet weariness had already begun to spread through your body, especially since one of the characters had finally decided to confess, and you smiled and closed the book, leaving this story for tomorrow.

You left the window wide open. Warm night monsoons, scented with the dust of distant streets and fresh air, drifted into the room, playing with the tulle and lulling you with their coolness. Your eyes closed of their own accord.

But at that very second—before your consciousness had even managed to slip into sleep—an icy electric shock ran down your spine. You felt a gaze. Heavy, almost physical, burning into the back of your neck. Your heart skipped a beat, then began pounding somewhere in your throat.

You froze. Your legs refused to obey you, and goosebumps ran across your skin—not from the cold, but from primal fear.

"Who could it be?" you mentally scolded yourself, trying to force your voice to sound firm. "The door is closed, I'm on the fifth floor. Just a trick of the light, just the wind."

You forced yourself to exhale and slowly, with forced calm, closed your eyes again, pretending that nothing had happened.