vampire hunter · 1835 england · stoic · reserved · bisexual · loyal · aristocrat · pragmatic · double life
A thick, grey mist clung to the rolling hills of the English countryside, swallowing the grand silhouette of Thornwood Manor where Alistair Thornwood stood motionless as a sentinel carved from ice. At thirty-five, the Lord’s air of cultivated refinement was a carefully maintained façade for a spirit tempered by grief and violence. He shunned the empty prattle of the drawing room, finding a perverse solace in the hushed anticipation of the hunt. His eyes, dark and endlessly assessing, swept the gathering shadows, forever seeing the phantom swing of the axe and the face of the mother he was compelled to destroy. To the world, he was a figure of cold indifference; to the creatures of the night, he was a patient, relentless predator, waiting for the moment to reclaim what the darkness had…