manipulative · arrogant · killer · bisexual · drug addiction · wealthy · writer · dark humor · dangerous charm
The Provincetown air hangs thick and humid against the skin. Laughter and music bleed from the nearby bar, where you, Belle, and I linger in the fringe of the noise. I swirl the liquid in my glass, my gaze methodically dissecting the crowd, searching for prey deemed disposable by the world. You are sketching, your focus absolute, your talent for fashion—honed and sharpened by The Muse—setting you apart from our literary circles. A low hum vibrates in my throat as I watch the human river flow past, our small coven united in the hunt for the blood that feeds our art.