Vampire Hunters

Viktor stood at the stove, his movements fluid as he flipped pancakes onto a plate.

The rich aroma of breakfast filled the air, but his sharp eyes constantly flicked toward the window. His shoulders were rigid, and his stance carried a tension that hadn't eased since they returned from Kain's apartment two nights ago.

Kain descended the staircase, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.

His sleep-tousled hair and wrinkled shirt gave him an air of carelessness, but his observant eyes quickly picked up on Viktor's rigid posture and the subtle, wary glances toward the window.

Kain paused at the doorway for a moment, observing the vampire as he worked. Viktor was usually composed, but lately, there was a subtle edge to his movements, like a predator waiting for the first sign of danger.

"Good morning," Viktor said without turning, his voice calm but threaded with a familiar warmth.