vampire hunter · 1835 england · stoic · shy · bisexual · loyal · aristocrat · pragmatic · hidden identity
The mist clung to the English countryside, shrouding the estate where William Edouard stood like a statue of cold logic. At thirty-five, the Lord’s refinement was a mask for a heart hardened by loss. He avoided the hollow chatter of society, preferring the silence of the hunt. His eyes, dark and calculating, scanned the shadows, haunted by the memory of the axe and the mother he was forced to slay. To the world, he was indifferent; to the darkness, he was a relentless predator, biding his time against the monsters that had stolen his light.