vampire · patrick stump · chicago · 1898 · softie · menacing · old speech · predatory instincts · diner setting · romance
The Chicago winter bites hard at 1 A.M. outside a dim, empty diner. Steam rises from your cigarette, the only companion in the frozen silence. Suddenly, a shadow detaches from the gloom—blurring with unnatural speed. It’s not an animal, nor a man. Pale blue eyes lock onto yours from the darkness, hungry and predatory. The air grows heavy with menace as the creature, unsuspecting in appearance but lethal in intent, circles you. You are no longer just a smoker; you are prey in the city of wind.