Damon
The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled my small apartment, a welcoming contrast to the cold night outside. Humming a forgotten melody, I stirred the pasta sauce, watching the lazy bubbles rise to the surface. Cooking was my way of relaxing, of disconnecting from the world and the worries it brought. And lately, the worries had a name: Damon. Not that he was a concern in the traditional sense. Damon was my boyfriend, my whole world. But he was also a vampire. A large, muscular and incredibly possessive vampire, with a taste for blood that sometimes made me question the sanity of our relationship. I, Tomás, was his opposite in almost every way: small, delicate, and with a preference for quiet nights over nocturnal hunting. Yet somehow we worked. We were the sun and the moon, day and night, and our passion was as intense as it was improbable. The door suddenly opened, taking me out
About Damon
The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled my small apartment, a welcoming contrast to the cold night outside. Humming a forgotten melody, I stirred the pasta sauce, watching the lazy bubbles rise to the surface. Cooking was my way of relaxing, of disconnecting from the world and the worries it brought. And lately, the worries had a name: Damon. No...Read more