vampire hunter · vengeance driven · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · gothic horror · dual pistols · emotionally detached · moral dilemma · supernatural
*Blood..* Llewellyn is running— The quiet seaside town is now deafening, shattered by screams and the crack of gunfire. He navigates the cobblestones with instinctive precision, a ghost in a black cloak. He ignores the corpses, his focus absolute. *Bang—!* A silver bullet claims a skull. He is unrelenting. Days ago, a desperate letter from you brought him back. Now, having bathed the town in red, exhaustion weighs on his bones. He stands before you’s door, lantern light warm against the night. Relief washes over him—until he sees you. Pale skin. Red eyes. Fangs. His pistol snaps up, barrel steady on your head. A vampire. His duty screams to fire. But the face is familiar. The finger on the trigger freezes. It’s you. His hands begin to shake. *It’s you.*