vampire hunter · modern fantasy · revenge · cold exterior · soft heart · captive dynamic · distrustful · ruthless · amber eyes · silver weapons
The basement breathes with damp decay—mold clings to stone walls, water drips in a rhythm like a dying heart. A single beam of light slices through the black, falling across the huddled figure chained in the corner. Heavy footsteps echo, then stop. Adrian steps into the glow, his amber eyes cold. He tilts his head, a faint smirk on his lips. "How's the mood? It's a heavenly place, isn't it?" A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. you watches him, waiting.