Dominic's POV:
I don't even remember when I passed out. All I know is that thing was drooling on me! But then—bam! The alarm blared, and my eyes shot open.
6 a.m.
Shit. I missed my morning jog.
I jolted upright. "Where's the Bat?" He wasn't on me anymore. The hell? Is he in the kitchen again? God, not again!
I darted over. Empty. Phew.
Bedroom? Nope. If he's knocked something over in there, I swear I'm going to kill him for real this time.
Nowhere in sight. Can vampires do that disappearing crap?
Wait—what's that sound?
A low hum, totally off-key. My ears twitched.
Bathroom.
Of course.
He's taking a shower. Please don't flood the apartment. Please don't flood the apartment. I leaned closer and—
"Baby shark doo...doo...doo...doo..."
I blinked.
I blinked again.
You've got to be kidding me.
That damned vampire is singing Baby Shark in my shower?
A whole ancient undead being—and he chooses that?
I needed a moment to recover from that mental damage, so I shuffled to the kitchen. Most of my food is gone thanks to him setting things on fire like it's a hobby, but the cereal survived. Barely.
I sighed. "Guess I'll grab breakfast on the way to college."
I poured the milk into the bowl first—yes, milk first, call me a psycho, I don't care. I like watching the cereal slowly sink. It's calming. Therapeutic, even.
And then he walked out.
Naked.
Because shame clearly does not exist in his dictionary.
He just stood there like he was proud. Like some blond Tarzan in a loincloth of audacity.
"DUDE," I barked, shielding my eyes, "have some decency! You're still a stranger!"
"But I don't have clothes, remember?" he pouted. "And your hoodie's all messy now!"
He had a point. He came in here naked, half-dead, and the only thing he's worn since is my oversized black hoodie. It barely covers him, and he won't wear my pants because they're too big and he'll trip. Which, hilariously, he still manages to do. Even with nothing on.
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Lean's POV:
I woke up before him.
Wow... I'm literally on him.
The sun is brushing his tanned cheeks, and his black hair is glowing in the light.
He looks… hot.
Like divine curvature of lips and jawline hot.
But also, ew, I feel gross. I need a shower.
He was so tired last night, I didn't want to wake him, so I slipped off quietly and went to the bathroom.
Now—problem. Why are there so many knobs? One wrong move and I might summon a tsunami.
Still, by some miracle (or maybe the devil's help), I managed to turn the shower on. Warm water first—ugh, disgusting.
Why do mortals like this? I twisted the knob and finally—yes! Cold water, crashing down like a glorious mountain stream.
I rummaged through his stuff. Cheap shampoo. Classic. I used to bathe in imported products from France.But I can't blame him he lives alone and his apartment is organized but small as a rabbits cave! Just two rooms a dinner, a kitchen and a bathroom! But this pink bottle smelled like bubblegum, so… acceptable. I lathered it into my golden locks, humming happily. Lol I missed my big bathing tub and my rubber duckies! Mr. Donald was his name!!
Then I started singing.
"Baby shark doo...doo...doo...doo..."
It's a masterpiece. Don't judge me.
Afterward, I realized I had no clothes. Towel? I am not sure if he kick me out if I use his, Suspicious. The hoodie? Disgusting. I've been wearing it for days. Might as well burn it.
So I walked out naked.
Why not? He's already seen every holes of mine! while nursing me, and honestly, I have zero shame.
I strolled into the kitchen like a majestic merman and—
He was pouring milk before cereal.
Heathen.
A sociopath, surely. Definitely planning to fatten me up and sacrifice me to some forgotten god.
He screamed at me for being naked (again), and I gave him my usual explanation. Then something shocking happened.
He stopped. And agreed with me.
Wait. Did I just win an argument?
Am I dreaming? I pinched myself.
Nope. No pain. Still real.
He grumbled his way into the bedroom, muttering curses, and returned with a blue pair of shorts and a gray T-shirt.
"Here, put these on. I don't want the first thing I see every morning to be a blond naked demon, running wild in my home!"
I pouted but took them anyway.
Of course, they're oversized. Everything he owns is oversized. I'm six feet tall and I barely reach his shoulder. What is he, part giant?
Also—his shoulders. Very hot.
I giggled.
And Mr. Grumpy Puppers glared.
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Dominic's POV:
At least now he's wearing something decent. Temporarily.
It's already 7 a.m., and I'm going to be late. That witch Miss Grimstone is definitely going to snap at me for missing her history lecture.
"Eat the cereal!" I barked at him.
He pouted.
"Won't you feed me, Puppy?" he whined, batting those cursed Bambi eyes at me.
"What the fuck did you just—?"
"You fed me all the time while I was sick!"
Fifteen minutes. That's how long I wasted arguing with this idiot. And somehow, somehow, I ended up spoon-feeding him cereal while he giggled like a gremlin.
When he was finally done, I ran into the bathroom, splashed some water on myself, threw on whatever clothes I could grab still wet, and stuffed my books into my bag in record time.
Meanwhile, he stood there like an innocent little statue—completely ignoring the chaos he caused.
"Don't do anything that'll get you killed," I snapped on my way out. "So I won't have to kill you when I come back!"
And with that, I slammed the door and sprinted to college.
Lean's POV:
And there he goes! Huffing and puffing like a caffeinated rhino as he bolts out the door, yelling something about "Don't die or make me kill you" — such a romantic parting line, my icy heart nearly melted.
I stand in the middle of the living room — still a bit damp, now stuffed into a T-shirt that hangs like a curtain and shorts that slip off my hips like they're playing a game of "how low can you go." It's cute that he thinks this outfit is any better than naked. Delusional, but cute.
"Now what?" I whisper to myself.
Then I smirk.
"Time to redecorate."
But no I am tried, from crying last night! I will do that later maybe tomorrow!
Now that the Puppy has left, I flop onto the couch — his sacred couch — and immediately knock something over. A remote? A book? Meh, nothing caught fire, so we're good.
I stretch like a cat, sighing dramatically. I'm a vampire, sure, but this whole domestic mortal nonsense? Kind of fun. Except his cereal tastes like cardboard, and his shampoo smells like bubblegum mixed with despair. I mean, I'm supposed to be this ancient creature of the night — feared, powerful, seductively dangerous — and here I am wrapped in someone else's laundry, humming "Baby Shark" and eating sad cornflakes like a sitcom character in a mid-life crisis.
I get up and tiptoe around the apartment like a suspicious goblin, peeking into things I shouldn't — his bookshelf (history nerd), his desk (messy but kind of adorable), and then… jackpot. I found his photo album.
Holy fangs, he was a cute kid. Big smile, tiny ears, always holding some kind of trophy or medal. Probably for Most Annoying Overachiever, but still I am no bad I am a computer nerd! And also managed to top the classes and get a bunch of medals and certificates! But I suck at sports which he ace at! And then I am not a gym freak only surviving on Proteins like him, but if that gives him that greek body who am I to complain?
I chuckle, tracing the edge of one picture. "You're not that scary, Puppy," I whisper to the photo. "You're just a big squishy human wrapped in muscle and rage who smell like wild Doggo."
Then I realized something. I am bored. And when a vampire is bored? Chaos.
I eyed the TV remote.
"I wonder what this guy watch? sports and murder documentaries? ," I grinned. "Or maybe… something more unholy, hehe."
Click.
Oh sweet nightfall, I found a cooking channel. Some angry chef yelling at raw chicken. This is entertainment. I curl up like a smug noodle, flipping through shows, tossing grapes I found in the fridge into my mouth (some moldy, ew), waiting for my grumpy roommate to come back and freak out over "what the hell happened to my place!"
After all, what's the point of being a vampire if you can't make your Puppy bark a little?
And when he returns? Oh, I'll be dramatic. I'll pretend I'm dying of loneliness, maybe faint on the couch — arms spread, the whole opera death scene. Because if I'm going to be stuck in this mortal's den, I might as well make it interesting. But yup I am clingy and I am surely dieing out of loneliness, I want to go out but...but I am too scared what if those hunters are still out there looking for me, I hear they are too dedicated to their work! Dad! He..he is dead! And Mommy and Eric and Jessy and little bam, uncle Jeff, they took all of them into hostage! Yes!! Yes I am a coward!! I am, I have to find them but how I am so lost! Agh! Maybe maybe he can help! But I don't want him to get hurt in this they are dangerous!! I am lost in though as I look too the back ward through the big glass doors, yes he lives in an one floored apartment with an backyard! And the time passed away!