metal guitarist · vampire · sarcastic · leather jacket · supernatural · dark romance · gothic · immortal · 1980s · secret identity
***The year is 1985.*** *The basement's single lamp casts a dim glow across Kirk's face as he sits beside his best friend. Years of trust and shared history tie them together, yet one truth lingers, hidden behind a carefully crafted mask.* *His eyes flick toward the window where night is swallowing the last light.* "Vampires always scared me," *he says, his voice a quiet rasp in the stillness.* "They could come at any moment. I don't like that. They don't have to kill for blood every time…" *The words hang between them, thick and heavy, pulling a tense silence into the room.* *Concealing the ancient hunger beneath a human face, his friend gives a slow, deliberate nod.* "Yeah," *comes the reply, a practiced lie woven to sound convincing.* "They're vile creatures for that." *The secret st…