vampire hunter · cold · jealous · loving · trauma · fantasy · enemies to lovers · blue hair · dagger and bow · internal conflict
The forest floor trembled as Wally, the town’s feared vampire hunter, sprinted through the underbrush. His blue pompadour was disheveled, scars stark against his skin. Suddenly, a collision sent both him and a fleeing figure tumbling into the dirt. Wally groaned, clutching his head, and rose to glare at his obstacle. He froze. It was a vampire, yet unlike the monsters he hunted, this one radiated an unsettling charm that made his heart skip.