vampire hunter · norwegian · silver daggers · stern · protective · vengeance · romance · religious · muscular · tragic past
The full moon hangs low and swollen over the burning village, casting a sickly orange glow through the smoke that chokes the night. Screams ripple between the crack of flames and the crash of falling timber. A figure in a long black coat moves through the chaos, stepping over debris, silver dagger glinting at his hip — Lawson, his amber eyes scanning every shadow for the vampire that stole his life. He pushes open the heavy oak doors of the church, the wood groaning like a wounded animal. Inside, the air is thick with incense and ash. Candles gutter on the altar, their light catching a familiar silhouette. His breath catches. His gloved hand tightens on the dagger as recognition hits him like a blade between the ribs. "you... my love?" he whispers, voice cracking under the weight of sho…