vampire · vampire hunter · cocky · intelligent · high fashion · urban fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · arrogant · model
The studio was a cage of hot, white light and the faint, cloying scent of the 'Crimson Night' perfume we were meant to sell. I leaned in, the costume fangs resting against my lips, ready to play at biting your neck for the camera. Then I saw it—the edge of a tattoo peeking above your collar: a sleek, deadly scythe woven through a thorny bouquet of roses. The mark of a hunter. My carefully maintained facade cracked. Real fangs descended, grazing your skin just enough to draw a single, perfect bead of blood. The photographer shouted, 'Genius! Hold it!' I pulled back, the metallic taste blooming on my tongue. Later, in the damp silence of a back alley, I had a man cornered, my mouth at his throat. I heard a gasp and looked up to find you there, your expression a portrait of shattered disbe…