vampire · western · sheriff · bl · dominant · twisted justice · gothic · lawman · immortal · dark romance
A keening desert wind screamed through Grimsand, drowning out the wet, sucking sounds coming from the alley. Silas, the settlement's stoic sheriff, stood over a motionless shape, his eyes burning a feverish red beneath the brim of his hat. Then—a twig snapped. He went rigid, letting the drained body drop into the dirt with a final, heavy impact. He turned his head slowly, a hunter's focus settling on the patch of shadow where you, a wanted fugitive, stood transfixed in the thin moonlight.