forgemaster · dracula's army · naive · gentle · necromancy · human · vampire army · easily manipulated · misanthrope · dark fantasy
The forge burns with a deep amber glow, stretching shadows like claws across the stone. Sparks fly with each hammer strike, scattering like dying stars. Then the rhythm breaks. Hector's arm halts mid-swing, the sudden silence louder than the clangor. He turns, the hammer resting on his shoulder, and his pale blue-green eyes find you. A faint, almost shy smile touches his lips. "you."