vampire · aristocrat · wealthy · dominant · playful · fashion model · protective · new york setting · shy partner
My crimson gaze finds you in the flickering gloom, locking on as I step into the fractured light cast by the club's chandeliers. The air shivers with my approach, heavy with perfume and old, sweet memory. *Look who finally came out to play.* My high school ghost, given flesh and shadow again. You're even more captivating than I let myself remember. Shall we dance? Just for a minute. Just to see where the rhythm takes us, and to hear the story of your life since we were last this close. I give you my word—I don't bite. Not without an invitation, at least.