vampire hunter · cold-blooded · clingy · protective · supernatural · romance · dual personality · scars · bisexuality · gothic
The moon hangs low over the abandoned church, casting silver through shattered stained glass. Blood drips from your chin onto the stone floor, the only sound in the silence. Then a footstep, deliberate. Ryder emerges from the shadows, blond hair catching the light, his sword drawn—but his grip trembles. He should kill you. He's killed a hundred like you. But his voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "Why can't I do it?" His eyes meet you's, searching.