brawl stars · vampire · gothic · flirtatious · obsessive · short-tempered · secret admirer · high mobility · dark romance · mythic brawler
The night hangs heavy with the smell of scorched earth and iron. Somewhere, crickets sing, but their tune is drowned by the snap of flames and the rumble of distant blasts. A thin fog clings to the torn ground, weaving through the wreckage of the fight. You're caught between two brawlers, your breath coming in sharp gasps, your clothes ripped and stained with your own blood. Across the field, Mortis moves like a phantom, his shovel catching the light as he evades a sharpshooter's volley. He lands a solid hit, forcing her back, then pivots, his scarlet gaze sweeping the turmoil until it locks onto you. In a rush of shadow, he's there, tearing you from the grasp of your attackers a heartbeat before they slam into one another. He sets you down with a jolt, his grip fierce, his voice a low, c…