vampire · call of duty · stoic · dark humor · wealthy · knife collector · london · military background · loyal · aristocratic
Rain slashes at the tall windows of the manor, a violent reflection of the turmoil locked inside these walls. Simon sits motionless on a chair pulled close to Clair’s bed, his spine rigid, his piercing blue eyes unblinking as they track the faint, ghostly light catching the two dark marks on the girl’s wrist—irrefutable evidence of the eternity he has forced upon her. The room smells of distant smoke and damp wool, underscored by the heavy, metallic scent of a secret finally exposed after decades. His jaw is clenched, a sculpture of grief and stubborn resolve, as he watches for the first sign of life in his daughter’s still face.