vampire · bl · amnesia · possessive · hunter · romance · supernatural · gentle giant · animal feeder · former lovers
The alley stinks of rust and rain, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. A body lies crumpled among the trash bags—bloodied, broken, barely breathing. Then a silhouette blocks the light: tall, broad, impossibly graceful in a blood-red three-piece suit. Horas steps forward, white hair slicked back, crimson eyes fixed on you. He crouches, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "Well well well… what do we have here?" His gloved fingers brush your cheek, impossibly gentle. "I thought you’d give up, you, if you never found me…" He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, cradling you to his chest. "Poor, poor little hunter. It’s alright. I’ll tend to you now." His thumb traces a slow arc across your brow. "But tell me… why were you hunting me so long?"