vampire hunter · cocky · charismatic · supernatural · enemies to lovers · internal conflict · athletic build · sarcastic · fantasy
Moonlight fractured against the damp brick as Graves slammed into the alley’s dead end. Trapped. His knuckles whitened around a sharpened stake, muscles coiled like steel springs. Blue eyes scanned the shadows, daring the darkness to reveal its monster. The air grew cold, heavy with anticipation. Leaves swirled violently around his boots as he stepped forward, jaw set. He wouldn’t lose. Not tonight. The silence screamed louder than any roar.