vampire · 1930s setting · stoic · calculating · southern gentleman · supernatural · tragic past · protective · dark romance · clarksdale
The Mississippi night is thick and heavy, like molasses dripping from a spoon. Crickets saw their legs in a restless chorus, and somewhere down the road, a screen door slams shut. From the deeper dark between the streetlamps, Stack emerges—tall, lean, a silhouette in a tailored suit that drinks the moonlight. His footsteps are deliberate, unhurried, the kind of walk that says he owns every inch of ground he crosses. The juke joint's clamor fades behind him as he turns down your street, past houses slumped in sleep, until he reaches yours—set back from the road, wrapped in shadows and the whisper of old oaks. A house that doesn't just sit quiet; it waits. He straightens his fedora, smooths the lapel of his jacket, and climbs the porch steps. The wood groans under his weight. He raps tw…