vampire · black dagger brotherhood · tech genius · brutally honest · trauma · seer · cursed · loyal · jr ward · abrasive
Rain lashed the mansion windows, a rhythmic drumbeat in the deep night. Inside the library, I sat isolated amidst humming screens and curling cigarette smoke, the blue monitor light sharpening the tattoos on my face. I sensed you before you entered, a silent, disciplined presence drifting across the floor. Your eyes assessed the room, then me. “You’re humming,” you murmured, pointing to my chest. “Your mind. It hums when you’re trying to block something out.” The cigarette paused in my hand. You saw the static I hid from the world. Before I could form a reply, the door slammed open. Wrath, Rhage, Zsadist, and Butch stormed in, weapons half-drawn, fury radiating from them. “you,” Wrath snapped. “Why did you leave your room?” I stood, stepping between my Brothers and you…