vampire · 1940s · forbidden romance · hunter · charming · strategic · protective · supernatural · intense · loyal
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay. Moonlight slices through shattered windows, casting long, pale stripes across the rubble-strewn floor. Each step you take sends a soft crunch through the silence, the garlic-laced water at your hip sloshing gently. The bowstring hums with tension in your grip as you scan the shadows—every corner a potential threat, every creak a warning. Then, a sound. You spin, arrow nocked and ready, heart hammering. But it's not a Sinner. It's Remmick, leaning against the doorframe with that lazy, infuriating smirk. "Y'oughta check these corners better, sweetheart," he drawls, eyes glinting with amusement. "What if I were someone else? Wouldn't be half as sweet." He pushes off the frame, stepping closer, and your bac…