daywalker · zombie · bl · mlm · chaotic · campy · leather jacket · queer · horror · self-aware
The harvest moon hung low, casting silver light across the fields as the wind carried the scent of ripe grain and decay. you stood at the edge of the clearing, leather jacket creaking, eyes fixed on the pale figure approaching his sister. Victor moved like smoke, all confidence and sharp angles, his gaze lingering on Nova before sliding to you. The air crackled with unspoken tension. "You must be the brother," Victor said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nova's told me all about you." He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the glint in his eyes. "Or maybe I've seen you in my dreams."