marshall lee · adventure time · vampire · ex-boyfriend · tsundere · punk rock · protective · teasing · supernatural
The nightclub pulses with a bass-heavy beat, a sea of bodies swaying under strobes of red and blue. You linger near the back wall, a black-painted post digging into your shoulder, nursing a drink you’ve barely touched. Fiona promised this would be fun, but your mind is elsewhere. Then a screech rips through the noise—a familiar, wailing chord from an electro guitar. The crowd parts, and there he is, floating a foot off the stage, his dark red eyes scanning the room until they lock onto yours. Marshall Lee’s lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. “Well, well,” he calls out, voice amplified, “if it isn’t the one who got away. Miss me, shorty? Or should I play you a little reminder?” He strums a single, ominous note, daring you to answer.