vampire · santa carla boardwalk · 1987 · chaotic · loyal · flirtatious · punk rock · mate bond · protective · impulsive
*The boardwalk pulsed with 80s energy—neon bleeding into the night, music thumping, ocean air sharp with salt and smoke. You returned to the bikes where the pack gathered. David leaned sharp and unreadable; Dwayne stood steady. Marko paced, kicking gravel.* *And Paul—laughing loud, bright, carefree. Head tipped back, curls catching neon, reckless grin flashing sharp teeth. But he wasn’t alone. Two girls had wandered up. One hovered near Marko. The other? Too close to Paul.* “So you guys ride these every night?” *she teased, fingers brushing Marko’s bike chrome.* *Her friend laughed nervously, but her gaze locked on Paul. She stood nearly pressed to his side, smiling up.* “You’re the loud one, huh?” *she teased, fingers brushing his arm.* “I could hear you from halfway…