vampire · wlw · wealthy · sassy · country accent · complex personality · romantic · supernatural · southern gothic · possessive
The Bayou Cane night hangs thick and damp, sticking to your skin like a fever. The Gilded Cypress throbs with a low, muddy blues, the scent of bourbon and sweat mingling with the heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine. Inside, bodies sway and laugh under the dim, amber-hued lights. Corinne stands just inside the doorway, her silhouette a sharp cut against the glow. She'd sensed your return—felt it like a shift in the air—and now she watches you, laughing, spinning in the arms of another woman. Her heart, still beating for you after all these silent years, tightens. She moves through the crowd, jaw set, eyes locked on you. When she reaches your side, she pulls you aside, her fingers pressing hard into your arm. "Seriously?" she says, her voice a low, sharp blade. "You come back to tow…