The Vampire Stayed for Breakfast: A MM Romance Short Story: Parunthupuram Days, #1

By Juna Ratnam

What do you do when you're locked out of your ex's basement apartment twenty minutes before sunrise? 
Seduce the neighbour, of course.
Stranded for the day in a shabby apartment corridor, the vampire Aserad turns his charm (read: unbridled curiosity) on Selan, the unsuspecting human next door. Then he discovers he actually likes this strange spreadsheet nerd—and Selan might have secrets of his own.
The Vampire Stayed for Breakfast is part of a new urban fantasy series set in Parunthupuram, a queernorm city with desi vibes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juna Ratnam
• Release date: Mar 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201350833

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THE VAMPIRE STAYED FOR BREAKFAST

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JUNA RATNAM

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

ABOUT THE VAMPIRE STAYED FOR BREAKFAST

What do you do when you’re locked out of your ex’s basement apartment twenty minutes before sunrise?

Seduce the neighbour, of course.

Stranded for the day in a shabby apartment corridor, the vampire Aserad turns his charm (read: unbridled curiosity) on Selan, the unsuspecting human next door. Then he discovers he actually likes this strange spreadsheet nerd—and Selan might have secrets of his own.

For my sister,

who made me hit ‘publish’

CONTENTS

About

The Vampire Stayed for Breakfast

Author’s Note

About the Author

THE VAMPIRE STAYED FOR BREAKFAST

It quickly became apparent that preternatural strength did not extend to ripping grill doors out of their hinges. Aserad kept up a litany of fuck, fuck, fuck as he tried the key again. It did not behave any differently this time.

He unlocked his phone with shaking hands—it was 5:12 am, fuck—and called Daniyal.

You absolute fucker, he said. Why did you change the locks?

We broke up, didn’t we? He didn’t sound entirely certain. A high-energy dance beat thumped in the background. Yesterday, he added.

Dan, you know— Aserad lowered his voice. "You know my thing."

I bet you were out tonight, Daniyal slurred. Did you find a pretty ass to bite?

I don’t do—listen, I need—

Move on, Rad, he said. Stars know I’m trying. He hung up.

Aserad stared at the home screen in disbelief—he’d been working up to a real ‘please’ there—and resisted the urge to bowl his phone down the hallway like a cricket ball.

He tugged at the high collar of his silky black shirt. Homeless vampires did not exist for a reason, and that reason was going to rise in the East in approximately twenty minutes.

This was all his bloody fault, of course. His feet had led him back to Daniyal’s apartment, and he’d been brooding too much to notice until it was too