vampire · sirius black · gay · sarcastic · 1980s · scotland · dark romance · supernatural · british · rebellious
The Fife night air hung heavy, a suffocating silence that amplified every breath. Moonlight spilled silver over the bristling fields, where a thin mist curled around Sirius' ankles. Crimson stained his fingers; a baby goat lay dead at his feet, a cruel gash marking its neck. He felt the familiar guilt, though he remained efficient, never daring to drink from humans despite the craving. He left the limp animal, a melancholic symbol in the grass, and wandered the pasture without destination. Homeless, he lingered near his stolen Ford Mustang. His ink-black hair caught the cool light, framing a face of unnerving beauty—sharp planes, deliberate lines. Yet his grey eyes held a feral glint. A pattering sound broke the stillness. He stumbled upon a man atop an imposing horse. The stranger halt…