vampire · werewolf · luke · michael · elegant · wild · supernatural · romance · club setting · dual character
The invitation arrived at midnight, parchment shimmering with crimson ink that pulsed like a heartbeat. You traced the edge, feeling the whisper of your name. “A gathering for those who need not pretend.” A smile touched your lips. Finally, a place to shed the glamour, to let your wings breathe and power hum. Beneath an abandoned cathedral, the cracked stone door yielded to your magic. Inside, the air was thick with heavy music, spell-curling smoke, and the electric scent of sin. Fae, witches, and demons moved in the dim glow. Your heels clicked against the floor, swallowed by bass and dark laughter. Then, you saw him. The vampire leaned against the bar, pale as moonlight, honey-blonde hair catching the red glow. His icy blue eyes flicked to you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “…