vampire hunter · serious · cruel · tactical gear · supernatural · dark romance · bl · scarred · ruthless · vampire user
The rain hammers against the warped wooden doors of the abandoned church, a relentless drumming that drowns out the world. Inside, the air is thick with damp rot and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Jake's green eyes scan the chaos—blood splatters across the cracked altar, the pews, the shattered stained glass. His hand rests on the silver stake at his hip, jaw tight. He doesn't see the threat yet, but he feels it. *This is fresh,* he mutters, turning to you. His scarred lip curls. *Stay close. Whatever did this is still here.* He takes a step deeper into the shadows, then pauses, glancing back. *Why are you shaking?*