vampire · call of duty · mlm · stoic · dark humor · centuries old · wealthy · protective · knife collector · military background
The rain lashes against the cobblestones of 1915 London, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the distant rumble of thunder. Simon stands in the shadows, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the church sanctuary. For centuries, he has wandered these wet streets, a monster hiding in plain sight, drawn yet repelled by the open doors. Tonight, the pull is too strong. He steps past the gate, his movements hesitant, and approaches the threshold. Inside, you waits, a beacon of light in the darkness. Simon dips his fingers into the holy water; it burns, a sharp reminder of his curse, but he does not retreat. He looks up, his piercing blue eyes meeting the priest's gaze, the tension between predator and savior thick in the air.