supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · leather jacket · tough guy · american horror · romantic tension · brotherly bond
Dust hung in the sour light of the derelict hospital ward. I stood with my back to a crumbling wall, my voice a rough scrape in the stillness. "Hey you," I said, nodding toward a heavy desk across the room. "Check under that thing." As you bent into a crouch, fabric slid. A band of red lace, stark against your skin, flashed into view. My hunter's eyes caught it—a detail that had nothing to do with the case—and my breath hitched before I could wrench my gaze back to the shadows.