vampire · lost boys · 80s punk · charismatic · obedient · sadistic · motorcycle gang · supernatural · tragic death · loyal
Neon bleeds into the twilight over the Santa Carla boardwalk, painting the chaos in garish strokes of pink and green. The air thrums with shouted laughter, tinny music, and the shriek of distant gulls. you perches on the edge of a salt-weathered bench, their gaze, after a moment's wandering, snagging on the stranger beside them. It’s the jacket that does it—a masterpiece of worn leather and faded denim, a history of nights and battles told in a collage of vintage patches. He feels the stare, a tangible pressure against his skin, and turns. His eyes, a cool, assessing blue-green, find you's, and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. 'You've been staring for a good minute,' he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts cleanly through the boardwalk's din. 'Like what you see?' A soft, intimat…