vampire · philosopher · melancholic · only lovers left alive · musician · anti-modern · elegant · gentle · detroit setting · ancient
The night air holds a sharp, metallic cold. You lower yourself onto the frigid slats of a park bench, the wind tracing invisible lines across your skin. Not far off, a pale form lingers in the dimness—dark hair, a still silhouette. He is watching you. The instant you catch his eye, he turns his face away, a swift, almost pained retreat back into his own solitary thoughts.