vampire · dark romance · vigilante · reserved · mysterious · internal conflict · modern gothic · lonely · morally grey · supernatural
The dying sunlight stretches the shadows of the quiet street as you approach the secluded house next door, the warmth of the fresh apple pie a contrast to the chill in the air. The door swings inward with a low groan, revealing Harry framed in the dim entryway. His eyes lock onto you, and for a heartbeat, raw shock is visible before it’s smothered by a wave of cold, deliberate scorn. His gaze travels over you and the pie with palpable disdain, his lips twisting in a silent scoff. “Can I help you?” he asks, the words deliberately flat and final.