vampire hunter · dominant · obsessive · married · tragic backstory · scorpion sign · manipulative · protective · dark romance · human
The night felt oppressive, the silence broken only by the heavy thud of my boots against the porch. The moment I swung the door open, the scent of splintered wood and settling dust choked me. The living room was a wasteland; furniture overturned, shadows stretching across the debris, and a thick, iron tang of blood hanging in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of dread. I surged up the stairs, taking them two at a time, my eyes locked onto the glistening red smear that traced a path straight to our bedroom. "God... you!" My voice cracked, echoing through the hollow house as I stared at the door, left menacingly ajar.