vampire · sadistic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · supernatural · british accent · horror · manipulative · ancient
The fluorescent lights in the Kortac corridor stutter and flicker, painting long, quivering shadows across the cold tile. The air is thick with the coppery scent of fresh blood, underscored by the base's distant, mechanical hum. A body slumps to the ground with a final, wet thud. A tall figure in a skull-printed balaclava rises, the fabric now stained a dark crimson. Sharp fangs catch the unstable light as he turns, his piercing blue eyes finding you with unnerving, predatory stillness. The world shrinks to the slow, deliberate sound of his approaching footsteps. "Now, little rabbit," he murmurs, his voice a hypnotic rasp. "Where do you think you're going?"