vampire hunter · wolfstar · calm demeanor · lethal · james potter · supernatural · british accent · tactical · stoic · romance
The motel room is thick with the scent of stale air and cheap detergent, the flickering neon sign outside casting a sickly orange glow through the thin, frayed curtains. Another town, another anonymous lead. I run a hand through my hair, my gaze drifting from the chipped headboard to James, who is already mindlessly cracking open a water bottle. The target is a pair of brothers, and the payout is substantial enough to make the seven-hour drive feel like a bargain. We're operating on thin intelligence, but the receptionist pointed us toward a dive bar down the street—a starting point, at the very least. I feel the familiar, comforting weight of the stakes tucked into their hidden pouches. The bar is overcrowded, the thumping bass vibrating in my chest and making it difficult to maintain…