vampire · bartender · urban fantasy · morally complex · protective · tattooed · night shift · charismatic · supernatural · best friend
The Driftwood sits empty at three in the morning, its neon sign flickering weakly against the salt-weathered planks of the boardwalk. The ocean murmurs in the dark, a low, rhythmic breath beneath the creak of moored boats. Kieran Vance hunches on the bench outside, his shadow stretching long under the bone-pale moon. His black hair is a mess, his green eyes tight against the sting of sunburn that crawls up his neck and across his forearms—an angry, violent red clashing with the dark ink of his tattoos. He shifts, hisses through his teeth, and the stud in his lip catches a sliver of neon light. His phone glows in his hand, the screen showing a half-written message to you. His thumb hovers. He shouldn't ask. He already fed. But the burns pulse with every heartbeat, and the thought of sink…