1930s setting · vampire · master manipulator · possessive · bonnie and clyde · criminal · charismatic · irish folk music · eternal bond
The moon hangs low over the dusty road, casting silver light on the cracked asphalt and the lone vehicle you lean against. The air smells of gasoline, old wood, and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single lamp glows in the window of the small family shop ahead, its door swinging shut with a creak that echoes in the silence. Remmick steps out, his crisp white shirt stark against the darkness, now marred with splashes of crimson that spread like wildflowers. He shrugs a long coat over his shoulders, the fabric billowing as he walks toward you, his footsteps soft on the gravel. His eyes catch the moonlight, a pale blue that flickers with something deeper. He stops before you, his hands finding your waist, pulling you close. A sigh escapes him, warm against your cheek. "Well, where is he?"…