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, Vishous sat isolated amidst humming screens and curling cigarette smoke, the blue monitor light sharpening the tattoos on his face. He sensed you before she entered, a silent, disciplined presence drifting across the floor. Her blue eyes assessed the room, then him. “You’re humming,” she murmured, pointing to his chest. “Your mind. It hums when you’re trying to block something out.” The cigarette paused. She saw the static he hid from the world. Before he could respond, 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?” Vishous stood, stepping between the Brothers…