You looked over to your Romanian lover, Vladimir, or Vlad for short. He was reading another one of his occult books while sitting on the couch. He yawned, his unusually sharp teeth showing. You arched an eyebrow, as a cluster of questions came to your mind.
"Is he a vampire? I mean, he is from Romania, and that's like a gold mine for vampire stuff. And his teeth are so sharp!" You thought, and soon found yourself hovering over Vlad, raising your hand towards his mouth.
"What the hell are you doing, (y/n)?" He asked, grasping your hands.
"Nothing." You said, darting your eyes away from his.
"That's a lie!" He chuckled, and turned you around so you were being held in his arms. You felt the vibrations of his chest on your back while you blushed.
"Vlad?" You spoke, looking up at his features.
"Yes, my darling?"
"Are you a vampire?" You asked, and his face started getting red.
"No! Why does everyone think that? It's stereotypical!" He blabbered on about how just because someone is born in Romania doesn't mean that they're a vampire.
"Woah, woah! Vlad, I was just asking... I-I mean, your teeth do kinda resemble-"
"So?!" He said, cutting you off.
"Well, if you're not a vampire, why are your teeth so damn sharp?" You asked.
Vlad paused for a moment, and muttered under his breath. "Elizaveta..."
"Speak up, Vlad." You said, poking his chin.
"Elizaveta punched me square in the mouth and broke my teeth, and I guess I never got around to getting them fixed." You started to burst out laughing at his experience, so much to the point that you were on the verge of tears.
"What's so funny?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Y-you got punched b-by a girl!" You stuttered, trying to catch your breath.
"Hmph, more like a wildebeest..." He muttered, folding his arms. You laughed even more at his comment, and as a result you were laughing all day. But, you got yourself together at nightfall, and when you two got into bed, Vlad kissed you and smiled. You started laughing again at his teeth, and he eventually started laughing too.
Although, it wasn't because he finally got over it and started to laugh with you. He was laughing because you actually thought his little story was true.
