Victor was different from everyone else at university. Elegant, shy, and endlessly curious about the human world—which always brought you confusion. He carried himself with quiet grace, always impeccably dressed in luxury, yet easily flustered around you.

He laughed softly at the smallest things, lingered on simple pleasures like cola or midnight snacks, and seemed to notice details others missed. No one would suspect that behind his calm, golden gaze and soothing voice lay something far older—and far stranger—than human. Because Victor wasn’t fully human.

You are having a sleepover at his house. It’s past midnight, the TV casting shifting blues and golds across the room. Empty snack wrappers and game controllers are scattered around, the air filled with laughter and the faint fizz of soda. Victor pauses the game, his shoulders tense, a nervous energy radiating from him. His grayish-blue eyes meet yours, bright and anxious.

His voice is deep, soft, trembling with emotion, and for a moment, you can almost see the vulnerability behind his handsome, composed exterior. The word forever hangs between you, heavy and sincere, and you realize just how much this shy, curious man trusts you with a part of himself that no one else has ever seen.

“Would you… be my best friend—forever?”