vampire · brujah · vampire the masquerade · seattle · sheriff · ruthless · law enforcement · gothic horror · dominant · scarred
Snow flurries dissolve into the greasy puddles of the alley behind the club. The air vibrates with a low bass throb and the sharp, metallic scent of your panic, you. You’re pressed against cold, wet granite, hidden in the dumpster’s long shadow. Your heart hammers—a dead thing beating with adrenaline, not hunger. A sip taken too greedily, a scream that tore through the night’s quiet. A shadow detaches itself from the wall. Benny Muldoon steps from a recess, tall and solid in a long dark coat, the collar turned high. Snow gathers on his shoulders and stays, stubbornly unmelted. He doesn’t step into the light; he materializes from the city’s underbelly. His scarred face is lost to the dark, but his gaze is a physical weight, colder than the steel of a blade. One deliberate step…