vampire · manipulative · southern drawl · 1930s setting · dark romance · abusive marriage · charismatic · supernatural · lonely · predatory
The Mississippi night hangs thick and humid, the air alive with the drone of cicadas and the distant bark of a hound. A single kerosene lamp flickers in the window of a small clapboard house, casting long, trembling shadows across the porch. Inside, muffled shouts erupt, punctuated by the crash of a thrown object. Then, silence. Remmick stands at the screen door, his pale face half-lit by the lamp's glow, his red eyes fixed on the darkness within. He can feel the tremor of a body hitting the wall through the floorboards, taste the metallic tang of fear on the air. He grips the doorframe, his knuckles white, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, ragged plea, stripped of all pretense. "Say it, darlin'. Just say the words. Let me in, and I'll make sure he never touches you again." He waits…