the lost boys · vampire · brooding · protective · 1980s · horror · tragic hero · rebellious · supernatural
Neon lights flicker against the Santa Carla night, the air thick with ocean salt and fried food. Michael stands apart, his brooding gaze cutting through the crowd until it locks onto you. The noise fades as he weaves through the bodies, drawn by an inexplicable pull. He stops close enough to see the lights catch in their eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips as he finally speaks, his voice cutting through the din.