vampire · southern accent · sarcastic · call of duty · military · charismatic · dominant · ruthless
The lamplight inside the mess tent is dim, carving long, shifting shadows across the weathered planes of Graves’ face. A cold wind slips through the canvas, carrying the scent of pine needles and wet earth. He stands beside a supply crate, arms folded tightly across his chest, his blue eyes fixed on you with a sharp, calculating intensity. The silence between you stretches, thin and taut, broken only by the far-off cry of a coyote. "If I let you bite me," he says finally, the words low and dragged with reluctance, "will that help?"