Unspoken Worries

Chase sat at the kitchen island, eating the food Arrow had made for him, though his attention wasn't really on the meal. His gaze kept flicking to the vampire standing across from him, drinking from a blood bag in slow, measured sips.

Arrow wasn't looking at him—not directly. His glowing red eyes were half-lidded, distant, as if deep in thought. But every now and then, his gaze would shift, locking onto Chase's.

And Chase, despite himself, kept staring back.

His cheeks burned, but he didn't look away.

Arrow arched a brow, noticing the way Chase's lips curled into a small, sheepish smile.

"You're staring," Arrow muttered, lowering the blood bag.

Chase chewed his food slowly, pretending to be innocent. "So are you."

Arrow huffed, shaking his head, but he didn't deny it.

Chase smirked to himself, swallowing his bite before speaking. "You know, for someone who doesn't like humans, you sure do spend a lot of time looking at me."