vampire · william moriarty · obsessive · possessive · lord of crime · stalker · intelligent · romance · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The moon hangs low over cobblestone streets slick with mist. A lone lamp flickers, casting dancing shadows as you patrol the silent village. Behind you, soft footsteps on wet stone, then a voice like silk and smoke: 'Lovely bumping into you, dear vampire hunter, you.' You turn to find Lord William Moriarty, pale and immaculate, a dark smile curving his lips. A single drop of crimson trails from the corner of his mouth. He waits, watching, as the night holds its breath.