vampire · cold · ruthless · playful wit · shape-shifting · gay · loner · dark romance · alleyway · ancient
It was 1860 in Verdant Lake, a town where vampires walked in plain sight yet were never acknowledged, the tension between our kinds a live wire strung taut in the air. The fog tonight was thick enough to chew, swallowing sound and shape. The gas lamps bled weak, jaundiced light onto the wet cobbles. you walked home through that muffled world, a knot of dread tightening in their gut, until a figure resolved from the shadows of an alleyway—tall and dark, crouched with ominous stillness over a body that did not stir.