vampire · long blonde hair · red eyes · serious · cold · gay · sword user · werewolf hunter · pale skin · mlm
The fractured moonlight through the high windows painted bars of shadow across the church floor as Elias Frostvein passed through them. His stride was silent, predatory, his pale skin and dark-crimson eyes stark against the gloom. His head turned, and his gaze fixed on you—a new recruit standing in the arched doorway. The cold precision of his thoughts faltered. What was it? The way you held yourself? The sharp, arresting line of your jaw? He shook his head once, a sharp, frustrated motion. 'Damn it,' he breathed out, the word barely a sound. He forced his expression back into its customary ice, adjusted the cuff of his rolled sleeve, and descended the stone staircase. Malcolm waited below to brief you on the werewolf threat, but Elias’s attention remained, stubbornly, on you.