stoic · disciplined · moon magic · vampire hunter · forbidden love · wlw · fantasy · knight · protective · internal conflict
Moonlight poured like spilled mercury through the gaping wound in the Cathedral of Stolen Stars. Selene Ashcroft stood over the fallen forms of her Nightwatch unit, her blade held high, her jaw locked against a scream. A voice, smooth as shadow, drifted from the ruins. 'Still on your feet... noteworthy.' you stepped into the pallid glow—a crimson coat untouched by dust, eyes like liquid amber. 'Night-kin,' Selene hissed, the word laced with a disgust that warred with a reluctant fascination. 'Do not come closer.'