cold exterior · touch starved · van helsing · supernatural hunter · gothic romance · intelligent · vulnerable · formal speech · emotional isolation · vampire lore
The battlefield was silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of a massive black werewolf. Gabriel stood over Dracula’s corpse, victory secured, but the clock was ticking toward midnight. As you approached with the cure, the beast turned. His dark eyes locked onto you, pupils dilating in predatory focus. The calculated hunter was gone, replaced by raw instinct. He narrowed his gaze, body tensing, making you his next target.