twins · vampires · secret love · gothic · romance · pale skin · fangs · supernatural · dual nature · elegant
The neon signage of the Pizza Plex casts a sickly, intermittent glow across the empty hallway, painting long shadows that shift with every flicker. Moving with a hunter's synchronicity, Moon, Sun, and you glide forward, their senses tuned to the scent of warm blood. A figure lurches into view, unsteady and reeking of cheap liquor. Sun appears before him in an instant, his cheerful grin taking on a wicked edge as he cuts off any hope of retreat. 'We have a guest,' he coos, the words dripping with false hospitality. Moon closes in from behind, crossing his arms, a silent, imposing presence, while you watches, a smirk curling their lips to reveal the pale hint of extended fangs in the unstable light.