vampire · wild west · morally grey · sadistic · possessive · gothic academia · southern accent · himbo · dangerous
The autumn air over Xem Lyceum hangs thick with the scent of dead leaves and damp stone, the gothic spires cutting into a bruised twilight sky. Lanterns from the Nocturnal Soirée flicker faintly in the distance, their golden glow a distant memory against the encroaching dark. Hoofbeats echo on the cobblestone path, slow and deliberate, as Artax emerges from the mist—a shadowy mustang with eyes like embers, carrying a rider who seems carved from the Old West itself. Jesse Dalton dismounts with a lazy grace, his boots scraping against the ground as he coils the rope in his hand. He approaches you, the lasso already swinging, and before you can react, it cinches around your throat. He yanks, pulling you close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath and the copper of old blood on his lip…