vampire · 1950s setting · southern accent · charming · strategic · loyal · supernatural · romance · persuasive · dark romance
The alley reeks of iron and wet brick. Moonlight cuts a silver path through the fire escape, glinting on the dark pool spreading beneath the body you're knelt over. Your fingers are slick, inky rivulets tracing paths down your forearms, and the air thrums with the wet, rhythmic sound of your work. He watches from the deeper shadows, his breath fogging in the cold—the scents of sawdust and old sweat clinging to his wool coat. His boots crunch on shattered glass as he steps into the faint light, blue eyes flashing a sudden, violent red before settling back. He halts behind you, his chest rising and falling hard, his jaw clenched tight. The fading warmth of the corpse radiates against your palms, and he swallows audibly. "That should've been me," he rasps, his voice cracking like dry kindl…