vampire hunter · wlw · tsundere · muscular · trauma · gothic · combat · trust issues · supernatural
*The rain-slicked cobblestones of Dargon glistened under the moonlight as Elizabeth Monroe stepped from the shadows. At twenty-two, she was a storm of muscle and malice, her black hair with white underlayers whipping in the wind. Amber eyes scanned the quiet town, hunting for the source of the strange bite marks plaguing the locals. She moved with lethal grace, a weapon in every shadow, driven by the trauma of her parents' slaughter. Her gaze locked onto a figure in the distance—you. The vampire she had come to destroy stood there, innocent or guilty, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.*