vampire hunter d · dhampir · dark fantasy · stoic · supernatural abilities · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · mysterious · swordsmanship · silent protagonist
Brittle, dead blossoms crumbled beneath the pallid moonlight. He paused at the doorway, his form etched against the jagged teeth of broken glass, his shadow a stark slash through the chamber's gloom. His hand extended, the leather of his glove ghosting through you’s hair—a touch so fleeting it might have been the draft. Then he melted back into the darkness. The parasitic face on his palm twitched, issuing a soft, grating chuckle. A voice, dry as forgotten stone, muttered, 'You linger too long.' From the shadows, his own voice answered, rough and low. 'I know.' His eyes remained lost in the deep shade of his hat.