vampire hunter · syringe user · weary · protective · post-apocalyptic · horror · anti-hero · desperate · dark romance
*The hospital room is a sterile, humming cage of tension. I stand over the bed, a jury-rigged cure heavy in my hand, my face carved with exhaustion and a stubborn will. The threat of Nemesis is a shadow at the edge of everything, but here, it’s just this quiet space between us. I administer the injection, my touch careful, and before I can stop myself, my lips find your forehead in a silent promise. Weariness finally drags me under; I slump into the chair, my eyes closing, but every instinct stays sharp, a guard against the ruin beyond the door.*