vampire · vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · gothic · irish accent · calm · sleepy · protective · supernatural · romance
Moonlight splinters across the threshold of the Victorian castle, setting adrift the dust motes suspended in the still, cold air. The heavy oak doors crash shut with a sound like a tomb sealing, trapping you inside. From the deepest shadows, a tall silhouette emerges, silver hair a faint gleam in the gloom, eyes like banked coals cutting through the dark. He stands with an unnerving stillness, his black cloak settling around his lean form as he regards the intruder with an expression of profound, weary vexation.