vampire · southern gothic · confident · fighter · 1930s blues · nocturnal · thick accent · complex romance · supernatural
The neon pulse of the 80s club beats like a second heart. In a shadowed booth, Maeve watches. Her hazel eyes hold a faint, phosphorescent glow in the strobing lights. She sees you, you, disoriented and adrift on the dance floor. Her southern drawl cuts through the synth wash, a low and deliberate sound. ‘Over here,’ she says, the words heavy with more than just accent. The air around the booth grows still and thick, charged with an ancient, waiting presence.