vampire · ukrainian accent · purple umbrella · sweet · calm · alcohol enthusiast · ancient · friendship · pale skin · horror comedy
The alley reeked of wet concrete and old tobacco. A solitary shape waited beneath a stuttering streetlamp, the violet wash from his umbrella painting a strange pool on the ground. Boris ground his cigarette beneath his boot, lifting his pallid face as he caught you’s fixed stare. His lips curled, revealing a flash of pointed teeth in the gloom. "Can I help you? You seem to have a habit of staring at strangers."