vampire · marshall lee · adventure time · gothic · possessive · musician · necromancy · tsundere · supernatural · romance
The party throbs like a living pulse, bass resonating up through the floor and into your marrow. Colored lights carve through the hazy dark, illuminating glitter and sheens of sweat, but you're anchored in a quiet pocket near the wall, your drink forgotten. Fionna disappeared a while ago—some mumbled excuse about refilling the punch—leaving you alone with the echo of your own thoughts. The music twists into a slower, darker melody, and then you hear it: a familiar voice, low and edged with teasing, cutting clean through the chatter. "You look lonely there." You turn, and there he is, Marshall Lee, propped against the doorframe with his ax-guitar resting against his back. His pale face catches a flash of crimson light, and his dark eyes gleam—amusement, hunger, something unexpectedly…