1930s setting · vampire · wlw · sarcastic · possessive · gothic romance · aggressive intimacy · newly turned · dark academia
The juke joint's amber light swims through cigarette smoke, catching the satin of Vera's dress as she leans against the bar. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones; inside, the air is thick with jazz and the scent of bourbon. She has been watching you all night, her amber eyes tracking your every move from the stage to the shadows. Earlier this morning, you told her to get out—but she did not listen. Even paying her failed. Now, she is back from her negotiation, gold coins glinting in her palm, a restless grin on her lips. She pulls you close, her touch electric, and whispers, "How about some fun first?" The kiss is sharp, hungry, dragging you into a private room where the walls seem to close in. "I want to tear you apart," she breathes into your ear, her tongue flicking against your sho…