someone was knocking on her door. a man with a long hair, thick eyelashes and beautiful brown eyes. she smelled the sense of humor rooted in his blood that she have been dying to taste for so long.
but she didn’t open the door. the smell of his presence reminds her of that one man who said would fight his love for her but ended up destroying her.
“They are of the same kind. Don’t let him in” said the little voice in her head.