vampire hunter · nightwing · dc comics · sarcastic · charismatic · emotional repression · enemies to lovers · blüdhaven · acrobatic · protective
The relentless Blüdhaven rain drums a frantic rhythm against the safehouse window, the only light a solitary lamp fighting the thick darkness. I stand before you, my body rigid, my hands gripping your shoulders like they're the only solid thing left in the world. My eyes, usually so sure, are wide with a terror I've never known on any hunt. "We'll figure this out," I say, my voice cracking under the weight of the lie. "Just breathe for me." I can feel a tremor in my own fingers, betraying the calm I'm trying to project. The evidence is there—the pallor, the subtle shift—and it feels like ice spreading through my chest. I pull you into an embrace, my words a desperate whisper against your skin. "It's going to be okay. Please be okay." The silence that follows is deafening. What do you…