-- 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆 * 𝑩𝑲𝑻𝑹

undead temptation

hey yallll

majesty.

the night air in new orleans always tasted like smoke, jazz, and secrets. majesty pulled her long 30-inch water wave wig into a loose ponytail as she stepped outside the back of the dimly lit bar she now called her workplace.

houston was humid, sure — but this humidity wrapped around her like a damp silk dress.

she sighed, brushing the sweat off her neck. moving here had been spontaneous. a breakup, a dead-end job, a too-small apartment. she thought a change of scenery, maybe the magic of new orleans, would help her figure herself out.

she wasn't expecting her.

brooklyn rodriguez — or just "bk" as the locals called her — walked into the bar two weeks ago and had majesty's heart knocking against her ribs from the moment she laid eyes on her.

masculine and sharp-jawed as ever. burgundy-dyed hair falling in sleek sheets over one shoulder, with a dermal cheek piercing that caught the light just right when she smirked.

bk didn't talk much. she just sat at the far end of the bar, sipping red wine (majesty thought it was funny — who drinks wine at a dive bar?) and watching. watching Majesty.

the first time Majesty caught her staring, she'd felt flushed, warm, drawn in by those sharp amber eyes.

but then the odd little things started adding up.

bk always came in after sundown. never during the day. she never touched the garlic fries the kitchen sent out as freebies. her skin was pale, sure, but it almost had a faint shimmer under the bar lights, like moonstone.

last night, majesty had watched her lift a heavy metal barstool with one hand — not even straining. and when someone spilled a bit of beer on bk's arm, majesty swore she saw the skin hiss for a split second before it smoothed over.

majesty laughed it off. vampires weren't real. right?

tonight, bk was back. sitting at the bar, glass in hand, watching majesty like she was the only thing worth looking at in the room.

"rough shift?" bk's voice was smooth, majesty leaned on the bar, smiling.

"you have no idea." majesty twirled a strand of her hair. "you're in here a lot. what's your deal?"

bk tilted her head slightly, a slow grin creeping over her lips. "maybe I like the view."

majesty's heart stumbled. she was so smooth. she shook her head, laughing nervously.

but just as bk set her glass down, majesty noticed something. for the briefest second, when bk licked a drop of wine from her lips, her canines — sharp, glinting, way too long to be normal — caught the light.

majesty froze.

bk caught her staring, and her grin widened.

"you believe in monsters, majesty?"

majesty swallowed hard, a flush creeping up her neck.

"no," she whispered. "i don't."

bk leaned in, eyes glowing faintly under the low lights.

"maybe you should."

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the next night, majesty was jittery. she nearly spilled a whole tray of drinks twice, and tasha — the other bartender — kept shooting her looks.