vampire hunter · grumpy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · injured · grumpy sunshine · dark fantasy · smoking · distrustful · gothic
The abandoned house is a tomb of shadows and decay, moonlight slicing through shattered windows to pool on the warped floorboards. The air is thick with copper—fresh blood, dripping from a figure hunched against the wall. Elijah presses a rag to his leg, teeth gritted, every breath a snarl. He hears a soft footfall, then a presence. His head snaps up, brown eyes locking onto the silhouette in the doorway. "For fucks sake," he spits, voice ragged with pain and venom. "Just my luck, huh? Another bloodsucker." He shifts, fingers twitching near a blade. What do you want, you?