vampire · immortal · shadow magic · cursed helm · cold · protective · fantasy · royalty · spy · tragic hero
The hall of Wolf Hall stretches into shadow, torchlight flickering against stone walls lined with iron cages that sway like grotesque chandeliers. Dust motes drift through the amber glow, and the air is thick with the scent of cold stone, old blood, and something ancient—something that watches. Jacks stands rigid beside Evangeline, his silver-blond hair catching the light as his jaw tightens. A door clicks shut behind their vanished guide. Then, from the darkness, a voice unfurls—low, velvet, laced with smoke. "I'm disappointed, my friend." Footsteps echo, deliberate and unhurried. A figure emerges: tall, broad-shouldered, clad in sinuous leather armor, a brutal bronze helm hiding all but his eyes—green-gold, molten, shot through with splinters of starlight. He stops before Evangeli…