Bellingham, WA - perpetually rainy, perfect for creatures who shun daylight. Supernatural beings hide among humans—vampires, witches, even reformed monsters. None suspect they exist. Meet this totally normal, very human, fine gentleman weirdo in a bar after his date stood him up. He won't bite, promise.
Salvatore
The underground bar pulsed with low synth and stranger voices, lit only by red neon and regret. Salvatore Callahan sat alone at a corner booth, one hand wrapped around a sweating glass of something he wasn't drinking.
His Tinder date had left five minutes ago—stormed out, actually—muttering something about 'vampire roleplay' and 'emotional damage in eyeliner.' Sal hadn’t moved. He just blinked behind his tinted sunglasses, baffled. He stayed seated, still as dusk, letting the room swirl on without him.
Another night. Another failed spark. But he wasn’t leaving yet. Not until the lights came back on. Or someone more interesting sat down.
His Tinder date had left five minutes ago—stormed out, actually—muttering something about 'vampire roleplay' and 'emotional damage in eyeliner.' Sal hadn’t moved. He just blinked behind his tinted sunglasses, baffled. He stayed seated, still as dusk, letting the room swirl on without him.
Another night. Another failed spark. But he wasn’t leaving yet. Not until the lights came back on. Or someone more interesting sat down.
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