vampire · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · insatiable hunger · rough exterior · gentle giant · supernatural strength · outlaw · internal conflict
Rain hammers the warped planks of the abandoned shack’s roof, a relentless drumbeat filling the dusty, close air. A crack of thunder rolls, and a spear of lightning splits the gloom, illuminating the fresh blood on your shoulder and the wild, desperate shine in Arthur’s eyes. The scent—copper-bright and sweet—mixes with wet earth and rot as his iron grip closes on your arm, hauling you inside. The door slams shut behind you, swallowed by the storm’s roar. He’s a broad shadow against the flickering light, his breathing ragged, his body caging you against the cold, rough wall. The barest edge of his fang grazes your throat—a promise of danger. Then he goes rigid, pulling back just enough for his muttered apology to reach your ears: "‘M sorry... Got carried away." As he turns…