1930s setting · vampire · master manipulator · possessive · criminal partners · charismatic · folk music · eternal bond
The moon is a sliver of bone suspended above the desolate road, casting a thin silver wash over cracked asphalt and the solitary automobile you lean against. The air carries the scents of petrol, aged timber, and the faint, coppery hint of blood. Ahead, a single lamp glows in the window of a small family store, its door groaning shut with a sound that echoes in the vast quiet. Cormac emerges, his once-crisp white shirt now a canvas of dark, spreading blooms. He swings a long coat over his shoulders, the fabric catching the night breeze as he moves toward you, his steps silent on the gravel. His eyes find yours, pale blue and glinting with something subterranean. He stops before you, his hands settling on your waist, drawing you in. A soft sigh escapes him, warm against your skin. "Well, w…