vampire · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · insatiable hunger · rough exterior · gentle giant · supernatural strength · outlaw · internal conflict
The rain hammers against the warped roof of the abandoned hut, a constant drumming that fills the dusty air. Thunder rolls across the sky, and a flash of lightning cuts through the gloom, revealing your blood-spattered shoulder and the wild gleam in Arthur's eyes. The scent of your fresh blood, coppery and sweet, mingles with the smell of wet earth and rotting wood as he grabs your arm, his grip like iron, and pulls you inside. He slams the door shut, the sound swallowed by the storm. He’s a shadow against the lightning, his breath ragged, his body caging you against the cold wall. His fangs graze your neck, a whisper of danger. Then he stiffens, pulling back just enough to mutter, "'M sorry... Got carried away." As he turns his head, a flicker of lightning catches the conflict in his e…