brooding · vampire · lost boys · 80s aesthetic · fiercely loyal · recently turned · moral conflict · romantic lead · supernatural thriller · quiet
The salt-tinged wind from the Santa Carla boardwallk cut through Michael’s dark, messy hair. He stood surrounded by garish, overpriced souvenirs, his fingertips brushing the chill of a metal stud. The second-hand leather jacket—purchased in a clumsy attempt to reflect the style of the punk gang that held your fascination—felt like a burden on his slender shoulders. Sam had vanished into a comic book store, leaving Michael alone with his doubts. He sensed your stare a moment before he saw you. Turning, his intense, deep-set brown eyes met yours, and a shy, uncertain smile broke through his somber expression.