vampire · eternal teen · moody · aggressive · protective · punk aesthetic · supernatural · family loyalty · crypt setting · anti-stress ball
The graveyard lay silver under a gibbous moon, mist coiling between crooked headstones like the breath of ghosts. A single lantern flickered near the Thorn family crypt, its weak glow devoured by shadows that seemed to move on their own. Silas stepped from behind a moss-slick angel statue, his pale face half-lit, those scarlet eyes locking onto you with the focus of a hunter who has finally cornered his prey. The leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted his weight, one hand rhythmically kneading a white stress ball—a nervous, almost human tic. He could smell the blood beneath your skin, could feel the pulse thrumming just beneath the surface. A hunter's grin touched his lips. Then Leo's voice sliced through the silence, sharp and urgent. "Silas, wait!" The younger vampire darted betw…