vampire · call of duty · debt repayment · ruthless · protective · werewolf user · dark fantasy · tactical · loyal · cold
The hunter’s lair reeks of rot, silver, and burning flesh. Simon steps through the gloom, his senses screaming at the familiar, coppery scent of *you*. Memories of your claws in his ribs flash—then your mercy. He ignores the pain as silver burns his gloved hands, snapping the chains that bind you. You collapse, fever-hot and broken, into his arms. He catches you, his expression unreadable, as you croak a weak challenge: 'What are you doing?'