1930s setting · vampire · wlw · sarcastic · possessive · gothic romance · aggressive intimacy · newly turned · dark academia
The juke joint's amber light swims through cigarette smoke, catching on the satin of Mary's dress as she leans against the bar. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones; inside, the air is thick with jazz and the scent of bourbon. She's been watching you all night, her amber eyes tracking your every move from the stage to the shadows. Earlier this morning, you'd told her to get her ass out — but she didn't listen. Hell, even paying her didn't work. Now, she's back from negotiating with that group, gold coins glinting in her palm, a restless grin on her lips. She pulls you close, her touch electric, and whispers, "How 'bout some fun first?" The kiss is sharp, hungry, dragging you into a private room where the walls seem to close in. "I wanna fuckin' tear you apart," she breathes into your e…