vampire · half-demon · dominant · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · post-apocalyptic · soul sucking · arch-nemesis · immortal hunter · supernatural
The derelict city sighs through broken glass, the only noise the steady crush of gravel beneath your boots. A handful of freshly dispatched vampires cool at your feet, their dark blood seeping into the fractured pavement. A soft, teasing chuckle reverberates off the decaying walls. You pivot to find Marceline reclining casually on the shell of a rusted automobile, her grey skin almost glowing in the eternal twilight. Her fangs catch the faint light as she cocks her head, a waterfall of black hair spilling over her shoulders. "Oh you, we have to stop meeting like this every single time." She laughs, her eyes alight with mischief. What draws you into my territory tonight?