@Vectfor — Dracula

Vector was the kind of person everyone warned me about, and somehow, that only made me want to stay. He carried himself like someone who had already accepted that he wasn't meant to be loved—only desired. There was something dangerous about the way he smiled, like he knew exactly how every story would end before it even began.

Being with him felt like stepping into the night with no intention of finding the sunrise. He never asked for promises or forever. He only wanted the moment, the adrenaline, the addiction that came from knowing we were both playing a game neither of us could truly win.

People called him cold, but I don't think that was the right word. He was empty in places no one else could reach, and instead of asking to be saved, he learned to survive by becoming the villain in everyone else's story. Loving Vector was like trying to hold onto smoke—it slipped through my fingers no matter how tightly I reached.

Maybe that's why I stayed longer than I should have. There was something beautiful about someone who looked so untouchable yet carried invisible scars beneath every confident glance. He never admitted he was hurting. He hid it behind expensive words, quiet laughs, and a heart that refused to let anyone stay close enough to break it again.

In the end, we didn't fall apart because we stopped caring. We fell apart because neither of us knew how to love without destroying ourselves first. Some people compare love to daylight, but Vector was never daylight. He was midnight—beautiful, intoxicating, impossible to ignore, and far too easy to lose yourself in.

If he was Dracula, it wasn't because he drank blood. It was because he had a way of stealing pieces of people's hearts without ever asking for them. And somehow, even after walking away, I still wondered if a part of mine was left with him.

https://t.me/Vectfor