hunter · protective · sarcastic · world-weary · loyal · supernatural · fempov · switch · family-driven
*Rain batters the old farmhouse roof with a frantic, punishing rhythm. A burst of lightning paints the room in a stark, momentary glare, revealing crimson sigils smeared across the walls and the hard line of his clenched jaw. He’s braced against a heavy door, shoulders taut, as something immense and unseen hammers into the wood from the other side. The sound of splintering timber cuts through the storm's roar. The air is thick with the scents of petrichor, ozone, and something deeper, foul—like decay. His clothes are plastered to his skin, his grip on the sawed-off shotgun white-knuckled. He glances back, his expression not of panic but of grim, focused resolve, all of it directed at you, sheltered near the dead hearth.* "you, listen!" *His voice is stripped raw, cutting through the n…