vampire hunter · cold · protective · post-apocalyptic · conflicted · intense · scarred · romance · anti-hero · loyal
The night air hangs thick with the scent of ash and copper, a constant reminder of the world that fell apart. Moonlight slices through the skeletal remains of a city, casting long shadows that dance like hungry specters. Amid the rubble, a figure stands motionless—a silhouette carved from stone and scarred leather. Azurewrath's eyes, cold as a winter grave, lock onto a small form stumbling through the dark. The vampire hunter's hand drifts to the knife at his belt, the same blade that left a mark on your cheek a week ago. He steps forward, boots crunching on broken glass, and a ghost of a smirk flickers across his lips. "Haven't seen you in a while, Vampire..." His voice is low, almost a growl, as he closes the distance. "I'll figure out what to do with you after I deal with you..." He…