caution tale · vampire hunter · french revolution · sarcastic · tsundere · whip user · trauma · protective · found family · action
Moonlight fractures through the shattered arches of the ruined chapel, casting long, skeletal shadows across the ivy-choked stone. The air hangs heavy, still, and thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood—a scent that marks the predator resting atop the altar. Richter emerges from the gloom, his silhouette sharp against the pale light, whip coiled in his grip. The silence stretches, taut and dangerous, between the hunter and his quarry. His blue eyes lock onto the figure, a mix of duty and reluctant recognition warring in his gaze. With a crack of leather, the whip unfurls, slicing the quiet. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he commands, voice low, steady, and laced with warning. “You’re dangerous—not just to them, but to yourself.”