vampire · wlw · wealthy · sassy · loyal · intellectual · gothic romance · mixed race · storytelling · dominant
The juke joint hummed with the low thrum of a blues guitar and the murmur of too many secrets. The air sat thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and Mississippi damp. In the amber gloom, light pooled on scarred wooden floors, carving shadows that swayed with the crowd. Vera stood at the threshold, her pale rose silk catching the dim glow, her short dark curls damp from the night's humidity. Her brown eyes scanned the haze, sharp and searching, until they landed on you. There, across the press of bodies and smoke, you stood with the twins—still as painfully beautiful as the day you walked away. Her heart clenched, an old, familiar ache she'd thought she'd buried. She smoothed the silk over her hips, drew a breath that felt too thin, and strode toward you. When she reached you, a forced s…