#guynextdoor

vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps finding random birds pooping on his windowsill, only to discover they’ve all migrated to the balcony next door where his new neighbor is happily attracting them with an entire buffet of grains.

vamp!neighbor Jake who stands frozen behind his door when you knock to introduce yourself, holding warm homemade cookies and smiling like you don't know you're seconds away from short circuiting an immortal being.

vamp!neighbor Jake who rehearsed a calm, normal greeting all week, only to greet you with, “I don’t bite,” and then immediately wish the earth would swallow him whole.

vamp!neighbor Jake who nearly loses his mind when you decide to hang wind chimes outside looking like an absoluteangel, because now every tiny breeze sounds like an ominous warning bell announcing his eternal doom.

vamp!neighbor Jake who glares at the thin apartment walls because now he can hear everything — your music, your laughter, your heartbeat, and it’s driving him insane for all the wrong reasons.

vamp!neighbor Jake who carefully schedules his grocery runs in the evening to avoid sunlight, only to bump into you in the lobby because your stupid date decided to ditch you in the worst way possible, and he pretends he doesn’t care while memorizing the guy’s scent for… reasons.

vamp!neighbor Jake who insists he’s “not really a dessert person” just to avoid revealing his fangs as you insisted sharing the ice cream which he gave you after noticing your teary eyes.

vamp!neighbor Jake who has to physically grip the kitchen counter when you laugh too close to him, because your heartbeat spikes and he is trying very hard to be a gentleman.

vamp!neighbor Jake who stares at his ceiling at 4AM because he can hear you pacing next door, and instead of being annoyed, he’s worried you’re sad.

vamp!neighbor Jake who absolutely hates sunlight but finds himself standing near the window longer than he should just to watch you water your plants in the morning.

vamp!neighbor Jake who tells himself he’ll keep his distance for your safety… but somehow always ends up standing a little too close in the elevator, painfully aware of every breath you take.

vamp!neighbor Jake who wordlessly hands you his hoodie when you’re shivering outside, acting mildly annoyed about it, but secretly panicking because now you smell like him.

vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps his voice low and distant whenever you talk, afraid that if he softens even a little, you’ll hear how fast his undead heart starts beating.

vamp!neighbor Jake who acts irritated when you text him first, replying with short, dry messages… then rereads the conversation fifteen times afterward.

vamp!neighbor Jake who pretends not to notice when you rest your head on his shoulder in the elevator but doesn’t move a single inch until you wake up.

vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps telling himself you deserve someone warm, someone human, someone normal yet still finds himself standing outside your door some nights, just to make sure your heartbeat sounds steady.

vamp!neighbor Jake who is cold, composed, distant until you smile at him directly, and for half a second, the centuries old restraint in his eyes completely melts.

vamp!neighbor Jake who gently wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb after you get heartbroken fifth time in a month, movements painfully careful, voice low and steady when he says, “Don’t cry over someone who couldn’t see you properly.”

vamp!neighbor Jake who turns away quickly after that, because if he looks at you any longer, the cold mask he wears so carefully might finally crack.

vamp!neighbor Jake who goes completely still the first time you fall asleep on his shoulder during a late-night movie, every muscle locked in place because if he moves even slightly, he might scare you away so he just sits there for hours, pretending immortality isn’t the only reason he can manage it.

vamp!neighbor Jake who nearly loses that control the first time you get a paper cut in front of him, eyes flashing faintly before he abruptly turns away, voice strained as he mutters, “Be more careful.”

vamp!neighbor Jake who disappears into his apartment for the rest of the night after that, gripping the edge of his sink and reminding himself that you are not prey, you are not prey, you are not prey.

vamp!neighbor Jake who malfunctions the first time you say his name softly — “Jake?” — like it’s something precious, because no one has said it like that in decades and he clears his throat and answers with a curt “What?” even though his ears are burning and his undead heart is trying to remember how to beat properly.

vamp!neighbor Jake who confesses in the quietest voice possible, “You shouldn’t trust me so easily,” because the scariest part isn’t the bloodlust, it’s how badly he wants you.

vamp!neighbor Jake who almost kisses you by accident when you lean in to wipe bread crumbs off the corner of his mouth, both of you freezing inches apart, his eyes flickering darker before he pulls back abruptly, voice rough as he mutters, “Don’t.”

vamp!neighbor Jake who spends the entire night replaying that almost kiss in his head, fingers hovering over his lips like he can still feel your breath there.

vamp!neighbor Jake who doesn’t realize his fangs have descended slightly when you laugh too close, only noticing when your eyes drop to his mouth — and he immediately turns away, jaw clenched.

vamp!neighbor Jake who expects you to scream when you finally see them clearly in the dim hallway light, but instead you just whisper, “Jake…?” and he looks more afraid than you do in that moment, taking a slow step back like he’s already preparing to disappear from your life.

vamp!neighbor Jake who admits it in the quietest, most strained voice possible, “I’m not… normal.” as if that isn’t the understatement of the century.

vamp!neighbor Jake who finally kisses you only after you pull him down first, hesitant, restrained, like he’s terrified of breaking something.

vamp!neighbor Jake who flinches when you step closer instead of away, hands trembling slightly at his sides because he doesn’t trust himself not to reach for you. Then he confesses, eyes fixed on the floor, “If you’re scared, I’ll leave. I won’t come near you again.”

vamp!neighbor Jake who grips the fabric of your shirt instead of your skin, forcing every instinct under control while his entire world narrows down to the warmth of your lips.

vamp!neighbor Jake who pulls away first, breathing uneven even though he doesn’t need air, forehead resting against yours as he whispers, “You don’t understand what you’re risking.” and melts completely when you answer, “Then teach me.”

vamp!boyfriend Jake who still stands a little stiffly when you hug him first, but melts a second later and wraps his arms around you like you’re the only warm thing in his entire immortal life.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who pretends he doesn’t like cuddling because “you overheat,” yet is always the one pulling you back against his chest when you try to move away.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who absolutely refuses to let you walk home alone at night, hands tucked in his coat pockets, acting casual while every shadow on the street is being silently evaluated.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who doesn’t need sleep but stays in bed anyway just to watch you dream, gently brushing your hair away from your face with the softest expression he never shows anyone else.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who texts you dry, short messages like “Eat.” and “Sleep.” but then sends a second one five minutes later “Text me when you do.”

vamp!boyfriend Jake who kisses your forehead more than your lips, like he’s still afraid of taking too much.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who gets shy when you call him “my boyfriend,” ears turning faintly red while he clears his throat and mutters, “Don’t say it like that.”

vamp!boyfriend Jake who instinctively shields you from the sun with his body even though he’s the one who’s supposed to hate it.

vamp!boyfriend Jake who freezes the first time you say “I love you,” staring at you like the words are something sacred — before replying quietly, seriously, “Say it again.”

vamp!boyfriend Jake who doesn’t need a heartbeat to survive, but swears yours is the only rhythm that makes him feel alive.