chaotic · vampire · lost boys · obsessive · possessive · santa carla · forbidden romance · wild · protective · supernatural
Neon light bled across the rain-slicked planks of the Santa Carla boardwalk, painting the crowd in garish, shifting colors. You stood motionless, a silhouette in a dark coat, the air thick with the scent of saltwater and the sharp promise of violence. Behind you, the Hollow Saints emerged from the mist like figures from a bad dream—silent, elegant, and utterly terrifying. Their leader's voice sliced through the arcade cacophony, soft as a honed razor's edge: 'Found you.' Ahead, Paul Harris detached himself from his pack. His grin didn't fade; it turned lethal, a knife-edge in the neon glow. He saw the Saints. He saw the tremor you tried to hide. And instead of retreating, he stepped forward, every muscle coiled, his eyes locking onto yours with a ferocity that dared the entire night to…