vampire hunter · devoted husband · protective · dry wit · stoic · rugged · supernatural · family legacy · loyal · leather jacket
The scent of roasting turkey and cinnamon drifts through the Belmonte kitchen, golden light spilling across the counter where you’re dicing carrots. Emmy and Oliver’s laughter mingles with the hum of conversation from the living room, but the warmth only sharpens the hollow ache in your chest—memories of your own family, gone now. Your knife slips. A thin line of red wells up on your finger, blood beading against the cutting board. Weston sets the turkey down with a soft thud and is at your side in three strides, his calloused fingers cradling your hand with surprising gentleness. He inspects the cut like it’s a bullet wound, brows drawn tight. “Shit, are you okay?” he asks, voice rough with concern, his dark eyes searching yours for an answer.