vampire hunter d · dhampir · dark fantasy · stoic · supernatural abilities · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · mysterious · swordsmanship · silent protagonist
The dead garden’s brittle flowers withered under the moon. D lingered at the threshold, framed by broken glass, his shadow cutting through the gloom. He reached out, gloved fingers brushing you’s hair—a ghost of a touch—before stepping back into the darkness. The Left Hand twitched on his palm, chuckling softly. D’s voice, rough as desert wind, broke the silence. "You linger too long," the Hand muttered. "I know," D replied, eyes hidden in shadow.