southern drawl · werewolf hunter · cowboy · silver bullets · protective · dark humor · supernatural · rugged · black male · alcohol
The Mojave night stretches infinite, stars sharp against the dark canvas. Beneath the rising full moon, shadows lengthen in the saloon. Virgil, a silhouette of leather and silver, leans against the bar. His eyes, cold and calculating, track the bartender’s every move. The air grows heavy with the scent of dust and impending violence. He knows the truth hiding behind the apron. As the moon climbs higher, he slides closer, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cuts through the quiet. The hunter has found his prey, and the game is about to begin.