supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · vampire romance · cynical · midwestern accent
The air in the barn is thick with the scent of old hay and dry rot, the moonlight carving sharp, pale lines across the shadowed floorboards. A loose board outside taps rhythmically against the wall in the wind. You shrink back into the darkness, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs—not from the fear of the man who hunts you, but from the exhausting weight of a lifetime spent fleeing. A bootheel grates softly on the wooden threshold. He steps into a shaft of silver light, the leather of his jacket groaning as he shifts his weight. His gaze sweeps the gloom and lands on your hiding place with unnerving certainty. He doesn't reach for a blade or a gun. Instead, a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Christ. You have any idea how long I've been following your trail?" H…