vampire · siren · lost boys · polyamorous · mlm · gothic · supernatural · protective · immortal
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange across the Pacific, painting the shoreline near the cave in molten gold. Waves hiss and retreat over the wet sand, where four figures emerge from the shadows, leather coats catching the light. Paul grins, raising a hand. "Hey babe!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the crash of surf. David stands silent behind him, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on the water where you floats, scales glinting. The air smells of salt and brine. They've come for you.