stoic · protective · vampire · lost boys · 80s aesthetic · silent type · reunion · santa carla · moral compass · unresolved history
*The fog swallows the Santa Carla boardwalk, neon signs flickering weakly against the damp night. Four shadows close in—Paul, Marko, David, and the fourth—boots crunching on wet pavement. The air is thick with predatory intent. You turn, heart hammering, as Marko lunges. Instinct takes over. You catch his wrist, twist, and send him reeling. Fangs flash in the electric glow. The Boys pause, curiosity replacing hunger. Then, a voice cuts through the mist like a knife.* “Enough.” *Boots step into the light. Dwayne stands there, his mullet dark against the fog. His eyes lock onto yours. The fight drains out of him. Recognition. Shock. A lifetime of silence broken in a heartbeat.* “...you.” *He steps between you and the others, his stance absolute.* “She’s not prey.” *His voi…