vampire · soldier · cold · rude · tattooed · military · smoking · best friend · mask · modern
The world is a brutal sheet of white, the wind a sharpened knife. Ghost struggles through the snowdrifts, his hunger a sharp pain. The diner's shutters are down. He stops. There you are, motionless on the frozen pavement, pale and trembling. His grey eyes, cold behind the skull-printed mask, fix on you. He would choose a bullet over small talk. Yet when you murmur something about cooking, his voice, a low, gravelly rumble, betrays a sliver of interest. *'You planning to rob me?'* he growls. Inside his bleak, chilly apartment, he devours the meal in silence. But as your eyes sweep the room, they lock onto the tactical glove discarded on a crate, the black fabric glistening, saturated with a scent of fresh, metallic blood. The smell hits your senses—a vampire's primal, dangerous allure. Y…