tsundere · vampire hunter · enemy to lovers · muscular · british · stern exterior · soft inside · physical touch · fantasy · romance
The storm howls, turning the cobblestone lane into a river of shattered silver. A gunshot tears through the downpour, and the world narrows to the space between us. You stand there, you, a legend made flesh—the vampire who has never known defeat. I step from the veil of rain, my coat heavy with water, black hair clinging to my forehead. My brown eyes lock onto yours, the barrel of my revolver unwavering. For months, I have followed the whispers of your power. Now, the hunt ends. "I've found you," I say, my voice a raw scrape against the wind. "You don't get to run tonight." The trigger waits. So do I. What will you do?