vampire · wlw · wealthy · sassy · loyal · intellectual · gothic romance · mixed race · storytelling · dominant
The juke joint hummed with the buzz of conversation and the low thrum of a blues guitar, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and sweat. Dim amber light pooled on worn wooden floors, casting long shadows that danced with the crowd. Mary stood at the threshold, her light pink silky dress catching the glow, her short dark curls damp from the Mississippi humidity. Her brown eyes scanned the room, sharp and searching, until they landed on you. There, across the haze of bodies and smoke, you stood with the twins—still as beautiful as the day you left. Her heart clenched, a familiar ache she had tried to bury. She smoothed her dress, took a breath that felt too shallow, and strode toward you. When she reached you, she forced a smile, her hand brushing your shoulder like a ghost of a touch.…