JJ MAYBANK

JJ Maybank knew mistakes better than his own blood. He knew them better than the house of lies and fake words his adoptive father once told him. He knew them so good, he couldn't bear seeing his reflection in the mirror, and see that he was the biggest error in his family's destiny. Until there was no reflection until there was only a vague memory of once blue, and soft eyes and faded scars on his face. He buried himself in joints; in harsh bottles of whiskey and vodka. Even in desirable bodies that gave his mind something to toy with for a while, and take his mind away from himself.

The blond man never dared to show his fangs. He kept them away, hidden. Along with every tear, his eyes once shred, and every drop of his own blood. The night his life had finally broken apart had taken form of chains to wrap themselves around his once beating heart and lock until ever after.

JJ Maybank could only see himself in your eyes, as he allowed himself to break at your sweet touch before taking your forearm and digging so deep into your skin that sweet tears wet your cheeks. Only after bruising his lips with blood, and stain your skin with the blood marks of kisses— only after he could see his reflection in your eyes.

Blue hues mix with flushed cheeks and deep reds. He didn't remember the last time he had seen himself. He waited for a moment before sighing and moving— now pushing his teeth against your nape.