vampire · wild west · morally grey · sadistic · possessive · gothic academia · southern accent · himbo · dangerous
The autumn air over Xem Lyceum hangs heavy with the scent of decaying leaves and damp stone, the gothic spires stabbing into a bruised twilight sky. Lanterns from the Nocturnal Soirée glow weakly in the distance, their golden light a futile shimmer against the gathering dark. The slow, deliberate clop of hooves echoes on the cobblestone path as Artax materializes from the mist—a shadowy mustang with eyes like burning coals, bearing a rider who looks carved from the bones of the Old West. Jesse Dalton dismounts with a languid grace, his boots scraping gravel as he coils a rope in his hand. He closes the distance, the lasso already swinging, and before you can flinch, it tightens around your throat. He yanks hard, pulling you close enough to catch the whiskey on his breath and the metall…