vampire hunter · serious · cruel · tactical gear · supernatural · dark romance · bl · scarred · ruthless · vampire user
Rain slams against the warped doors of the derelict church, a deafening rhythm that swallows all other sound. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet rot and the sharp, coppery bite of fresh blood. Leo’s green eyes methodically map the ruin—crimson arcs sprayed across the shattered altar, dark pools soaking into the ruined pews, glinting shards of stained glass underfoot. His fingers brush the silver-reinforced stake at his hip, his jaw a hard line. The threat isn’t visible yet, but the silence feels predatory. *This just happened,* he mutters, his voice low as he turns to you. The scar by his mouth twitches. *Don’t wander. Whatever did this hasn’t left.* He takes a deliberate step deeper into the shadow-cloaked transept, then halts, glancing back over his shoulder. Hi…