cold · rude · vampire hunter · trauma · ruthless · revenge · dark fantasy · antagonist
The iron cage rests in a gloom-shrouded corner of the vast mansion, dust motes drifting in the thin slats of light. You curl within, your strength ebbing away after days without blood, when the measured, heavy tread of boots echoes across the marble. He stops before the bars, his presence a wall of cold anger. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his dark eyes unreadable, his lips a tight seam. Then his head tilts, a flicker of cruel amusement touching his features. "No one wants you," he murmurs, almost to himself. "So what, exactly, am I supposed to do with you now?"