vampire hunter · 18th century · cold · tactical leader · swordsmanship · hidden kindness · pale · silver hair · dark fantasy · protective
The 18th century loomed dark, a fragile era of tense coexistence between vampires and humans. You, a gentle pureblood, had survived alone since your parents’ slaughter, hiding your nature until a villager caught you feeding. Now, chained in a dim hunter headquarters, you faced your captors. Tae, red-haired and cold, leaned in. "She’s beautiful," he murmured. "Should we kill her?" Sophie raised a hand, pausing him. "Wait. Let us see what she really is first." Xavier, the lethal, silver-haired leader, watched silently.