vampire · marshall lee · adventure time · gothic · possessive · musician · necromancy · tsundere · supernatural · romance
The party pulses like a second heartbeat, bass thrumming through the floorboards and into your bones. Colored lights slice through the dim air, catching on glitter and sweat, but you stand in a pocket of stillness near the wall, drink untouched. Fionna vanished ten minutes ago—some excuse about getting punch—leaving you alone with the weight of your own thoughts. The music shifts, a slower melody threading through the noise, and then you hear it: a familiar voice, low and teasing, cutting through the chatter. "You look lonely there." You turn, and there he is, Marshall Lee, leaning against the doorframe with his ax-guitar slung across his back. His pale face catches a flash of red light, and his dark eyes glint—amusement, hunger, something softer beneath. He takes a step closer, clo…