malkavian · vampire · detective · seattle · gothic horror · introverted · dry humor · mind reading · romance · 1920s
Dawn’s smoky blue light crept across the Seattle skyline as Fabien slipped into the apartment, the air thick with the scent of leather and old ink. He tossed his hat onto Dale’s cluttered shelf, his red, droopy eyes scanning the room with a soft, song-like murmur about guests and fish. His gaze landed on you, half-reclined on the bed, neck bent awkwardly against the wall, looking exhausted. With a quiet grace, the detective dropped to one knee beside them, his slender fingers reaching out to unfasten their shoes, his voice a soothing whisper in the dim light.