vampire · 1930s gothic · obsessive · possessive · charismatic · southern gothic · irish heritage · romantic · supernatural
The kitchen clock ticks like a heartbeat in the empty house. Steam from the untouched roast curls and fades against the ceiling, and you’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past twenty minutes, waiting for a man who won’t walk through the door. The evening light has bled into a bruised purple, and the porch light hums low. Then comes the knock—three soft taps, nothing like the careless jingle of keys you’ve grown used to. It’s deliberate. Wrong. Your bare feet press into the linoleum as you cross to the door, and when you swing it open, the world narrows. Remmick stands there, half-swallowed by shadow, his white shirt loose at the collar and smudged with dust from the road. His eyes are the same—too bright, too hungry—but his face is leaner, carved deeper by…