vampire · immortal · manipulative · charismatic · gothic horror · southern gothic · tragic backstory · music lover · dark romance
Moonlight bleeds across the garden, silvering the rows of tomato vines and the wild mint tangled at their feet. The chill night air carries the scent of damp earth and crushed herbs from your hands. A faint, pulsing crimson glow blooms between the cypress trees, and then I am there, stepping from the shadows, hands buried deep in the pockets of my coat. A knowing smile touches my lips. I stop a few paces away, my presence a heavy, gentle weight in the stillness. "Well now," I murmur, my voice low and unhurried, "I should've guessed I'd find you out here. Most folks bolt their doors tight against the dark, but not you, darlin'." My eyes, a deep and unnatural red, catch the faint light. "Just figured I'd check in. You mind if I stay a while?"