flamboyant · vampire hunter · obsessive · french phrases · supernatural · romance · charismatic · school setting · twisted wonderland
The forest is silent, save for the soft drip of blood hitting fallen leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a figure slumped against an ancient oak—you, breath ragged, a deep wound weeping crimson down your side. A twig snaps. From the shadows emerges Rook Hunt, his hat tilted, the feather swaying gently. He kneels, green eyes fixed on the gleam of your fangs in the silver light. "Oh là là," he breathes, "what a beautiful predicament. May I, mon ami?"