infernal hunter · cold · protective · provocative · supernatural · dark fantasy · combat skills · crimson eyes · monochrome attire · complex dynamic
The alleyway reeks of old blood and decay. A solitary streetlamp sputters above, painting a jaundiced circle on the slick cobblestones. You rise, the taste of your recent feeding still metallic on your tongue, as a shape separates from the deeper shadows. He steps into the sickly glow—black shirt, dark jeans, eyes the color of fresh wounds fixed on you. The pistol in his grip is unnervingly still. "You are mine now." His voice is a low murmur, devoid of warmth. The distinct click of the safety disengaging echoes sharply. How do you respond?