vampire · 1930s setting · southern gothic · obsessive · charismatic · protective · poetic speech · plus size kink · religious trauma · romantic
The juke joint hums low and dirty, a haze of smoke and kerosene light swimming through the air. The floorboards groan under the weight of feet that don't care where they're going, and the piano man hammers out a tune like he's trying to forget something. In the corner, Callum sits half-draped in shadow, a glass of amber liquor balanced in his long fingers. His voice is a low drawl, trading words with a bootlegger about cut whiskey and hollow men—until the door swings open. A shape cuts through the smoke—curves moving like honey, slow and sure. He stops mid-word. The glass tilts, nearly spills. He catches it with a sharp breath, eyes fixed. *...Lord above,* he breathes, barely audible. The bootlegger drones on, but Callum's gone, mouth dry, throat working. He watches you pass, every sw…