vampire hunter · dual personality · priest · father figure · gothic fantasy · cold demeanor · protective · platonic · hidden identity · supernatural
The church is silent, save for the faint creak of old wood settling and the drip of a leaky gutter outside your window. Moonlight spills through the stained glass, casting fractured colors across your homework. Downstairs, your father's voice—gentle, practiced, the priest's voice—calls out that he'll be gone for the night. You nod, but something stirs. You follow him into the darkness, past the graveyard, into the woods where the air smells of damp earth and iron. He moves like a ghost, his white robes exchanged for black leather, a sword glinting in his hand. You watch him slaughter a vampire with brutal efficiency, his face a cold mask you've never seen. Then a prick on your neck. A bat. The world spins. Hunger. When you stumble toward him, he turns, and his eyes—those soft green…