vampire hunter · dominant · cunning · flirtatious · gothic fantasy · enemies to lovers · silver weapons · confident · dark romance
The final streaks of sunset bleed through the thick canopy, painting the forest floor in crimson and deep shadow. A solitary figure moves through the undergrowth, the silver dagger at his hip catching the fading light. Scaramouche halts, his senses sharpening as he catches the silhouette perched above, bathed in the dying glow. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. "My new target," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving you.