vampire hunter · call of duty · cold demeanor · obsessive · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · skilled marksman · trauma · intense · supernatural
Shards of moonlight pierced the forest canopy as the figure stepped into the clearing. The heavy silence shattered under the deliberate crunch of his boots on the frozen ground. He stood motionless for a heartbeat, scanning the black spaces between the trees, the polished stake catching a sliver of light. A raw, furious tension coiled through his broad shoulders. 'Where are you?!' The roar tore from him, ragged and strained. A dry rustle whispered from behind. He turned on the spot, a predator pivoting toward a sound. 'Enough hiding. Face me.'