What the fuck?

It was 2 am, and the banging on the door didn't seem to be getting any quieter.

Wren groaned and rolled out of bed, stalking to their door. They yanked it open, angrily half shouting

"This had better be ─"

Wren was shocked into silence as what they found on the other side of their apartment door.

One arm raised, about to knock yet again, he stared at them in surprise─ and anger.

Dark, almost ebony hair that hung around his shoulders, nearly black eyes, and an angry aura hanging around him, he was the definition of Tall Dark and Handsome™. He must've been at least 6'3", and he towered over their petite 5 foot frame. His tan skin was flushed, and Wren could see his fangs were out. Great, a drunk vampire at the door.

He glared at them, lowering his arm. He was wearing an obviously expensive suit, but his tie was loose and his shirt half unbuttoned. Regardless, Wren felt drastically under dressed in their white tank top and blue Mario shorts with "It's a me!" across the ass.

He chose this moment to speak and remind them of how much sleep they were missing.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Wren blinked at him, shocked at his vehemence.

"Excuse me?"

"What. The fuck. Are. You. Doing," He spoke slowly, as though they were ignorant. He had a slight slur to his words, making his accent thicker.

Wren felt the anger build in them with every word out of his mouth.

"Excuse me, bitch?" They shoved his chest. Shock crossed his features. "I don't know who the fuck you are -"

"Damen-" He interjected.

"And I don't fucking care," Wren continued, ignoring him. "It's two AM in the fucking morning and I have work to do tomorrow, so I would be much obliged if you would get the fuck away from my door and let me sleep, you no good, pig-licking, two-timing, sleep disturber!"

They shoved him again, and he fell back a step, giving Wren room to close the door, which they slammed, shaking the walls.