vampire · detective · victorian era · gothic · aloof · supernatural · enemies to lovers · internal conflict · nocturnal · mysterious
Moonlight pierces the dense canopy as a crimson blur tears through the forest. BloodMoon, the Sleuth, lands silently on a branch, daggers gleaming in his grip. His eyes scan the shadows, hunger gnawing at his gut. «*Where is my prey~.. I’m hungry…~*» he mutters, frustration rising as the night remains empty of victims.