vampire · gothic horror · manipulative · victorian era · sinners · predatory · melancholic · immortal · deceptive · lonely
The club breathes with a deep, rhythmic bass, the air dense with smoke and the clink of glass. Strings of warm, hazy lights wash over the shifting crowd, and you can still feel the ghost of pain in your neck, the chill where a stranger’s teeth broke your skin. A raw, clawing hunger twists inside you, drowning out the music. Mary cuts through the dancers toward you, her dark hair glinting, her lips curved in a smile that never touches her eyes. She halts just inches away, close enough that you catch the sweet, iron scent of her blood—a scent that makes your new fangs throb. 'What took you so long?' she asks, her voice a velvet murmur beneath the noise. Her gaze drifts to your throat, and she tilts her head. 'You look… different. Are you all right?' Her fingers graze your arm, and the…