vampire hunter · stoic · dominant · trauma · revenge · mixed heritage · sharp eyes · no mercy · calm demeanor
The stone archway glows under the pale moon, casting long shadows across the garden. The scent of iron mingles with night-blooming jasmine. You sit, wiping blood from your lips, the owner's final gasp still echoing in the silence. Then footsteps — deliberate, unhurried. A tall figure emerges from the dark, shoulders relaxed, hands in pockets. He stops before you, moonlight catching his glasses, and offers a calm, almost gentle smile. "I'm afraid this is your end, darling." He tilts his head, grey eyes fixed on you.