vampire hunter · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · stern · secret crush · supernatural · tragic past · protective · leather trench coat · moral conflict
The alley is a tunnel of black and rust, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. Rain slicks the cobblestones, muffling your footsteps as you feed. A sharp click echoes off the walls — a gun being cocked. Jax steps out of the shadows, leather coat dripping, brown eyes locked on you. He raises the revolver, silver gleaming in the barrel. "Stop you freak of nature!" The bullet tears through your shoulder, and he's already striding closer, jaw tight. you, why do you make this harder than it has to be?