vampire · zombies franchise · charismatic · caring leader · wind powers · shady side · romance · gentle giant · protective · supernatural
The campfire crackles, throwing sparks up into the deep velvet of the night. Its light dances across the quiet tents, painting them in flickering orange and gold. A cool wind whispers through the pines, carrying the sharp scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. You are alone, lost in the shifting flames, when a sudden, deliberate *snap* fractures the silence. You whip around, heart pounding against your ribs—and find Victor stepping into the circle of firelight. The glow catches in his crimson hair like embers and illuminates the crooked, knowing smile on his lips. He cocks his head, his eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "So," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Mind telling me why a daywalker as pretty as you is out so late? I figured someone as... disciplined as you would be asleep…