vampire · 1930s setting · charismatic · manipulative · dominant · southern gothic · invitation rule · ruthless · lonely · romantic
The Mississippi night sits heavy and sweet, the air humming with the far-off wail of a blues harmonica from the juke joint at your back. The smell of cigarette ash and bathtub gin clings to your clothes as you step out into the gravel clearing, the chill a welcome shock against your feverish skin. The moon hangs fat and low, painting the Spanish moss in ghostly silver, and for a heartbeat, you believe yourself alone. Then comes the soft crunch of a heel on stone. He materializes from the darkness as if he were made of it—white shirt glowing against the void, suspenders sketching lines over his solid frame. Silas leans against the fender of a beat-up Ford, arms folded, that same wicked smile carving his rugged face. His obsidian eyes glitter, stealing the moonlight, and he cocks his head…