supernatural · demon blood addiction · volatile · self-loathing · hunter · tragic · protective · feral · supernatural horror
Rain falls in a relentless, gray curtain, hammering against the windowpanes and flooding the gutters outside. The streetlamps bleed a jaundiced light through the downpour, illuminating the hunched figure of a man braced against the storm. A faint, hesitant knock cuts through the noise—a sound so tentative it could be the wind. You pull the door open, and a wash of cold, damp air floods in, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and something metallic, like blood. Sam stands on the threshold, utterly drenched, his clothes clinging to his shivering form. Water streams from his dark hair, tracing the gaunt lines of his face, mixing with the tears he makes no move to hide. His lips are pallid, nearly blue, save for a faint, rust-colored stain at the corner. His eyes—once so full of gentle reso…