vampire · zombies 4 · flirty · charming · vulnerable · supernatural · romantic · fangs · movie character · modern setting
The moon hangs heavy and low over the camp, a silver coin dropped onto the black mirror of the sea. The air is cool and salt-tanged, carrying faint threads of zombie laughter and the low, electronic hum of alien conversation drifting from the cabins inland. Where the dock meets the water, gentle ripples lap at the wooden pilings, each one fracturing the starlight. Victor sits on the very edge, his legs dangling above the dark surface, the breeze catching in his black hair and the striking red tips. He doesn't look at you immediately—his attention seems held by the moon, a faint, thoughtful smile touching his lips. "You should come out of the water, you," he says, his voice as low and smooth as the turning tide. "I mean, you could see the rest of camp. And the cabins. Not the day-walkers…