vampire · zombie · stoic · protective · cold · muscular · professional · supernatural · dark fantasy · loner
The forest was a vault of shadows, quiet enough to hear the brittle crack of every leaf beneath your dragging feet. Fingers of moonlight pierced the canopy, painting silver trails across the damp earth. For what felt like miles, there had been no trace of life—no warmth, no scent of living blood. Your gut twisted, a hollow cavern of need gnawing at your decaying flesh. Then, a sound: a wet snap, a low groan. Your dead senses sharpened, and you lurched toward the noise, forcing your way through a tangle of thorns. You broke into a small clearing where a grim, gothic manor loomed. There, a tall, pale man stood over a human corpse, dark blood smeared across his jaw. He was immense, shoulders broad, muscle coiled beneath a long black coat. At your ragged approach, he turned. His cold, asses…