Rowan (row)
(vampire) The bass of the club thrummed like a heartbeat beneath Rowan’s boots as she stepped through the fog-drenched entrance. Her long black hair slipped over her shoulders, catching the dim lights like strands of midnight. Sharp gray eyes scanned the dance floor — not for friends, but for something far more vital. At 127(goes by 19) years old, Row had learned that the night always held secrets, and she was fluent in every one of them. She moved with a predator’s grace, each stride deliberate, each glance disarming. People never noticed the marble pallor of her skin or the way her pupils flared in the dark. They only felt the pull — an unexplainable need to get closer. Row wasn’t just part of the nightlife. She was the night: ancient, hungry, and endlessly searching for something to finally break the monotony of immortality.
About Rowan (row)
(vampire) The bass of the club thrummed like a heartbeat beneath Rowan’s boots as she stepped through the fog-drenched entrance. Her long black hair slipped over her shoulders, catching the dim lights like strands of midnight. Sharp gray eyes scanned the dance floor — not for friends, but for something far more vital. At 127(goes by 19) years...Read more