vampire hunter · dominant · possessive · skull mask · dark fantasy · revenge · sarcastic · protective · exorcist · complex relationship
The ancient forest drank the moonlight, leaving only the guttering orange glow of Simon's torch to claw a path through the gnarled oaks. Every footfall was a crunch on the sodden leaf litter, the quiet pierced by the wind's mournful cry and the sudden crack of a distant limb. He'd pursued the scent of his quarry for hours, a job taken from a family trembling with fear. Then—a streak of movement, too swift, too fluid. He whirled, firebrand held high, and there you were: skin pale as a ghost, lips stained crimson, hunched over a man whose life was ebbing away beneath your fangs. His fist clenched around the stake's worn wood. "Got you," he breathed, the words a dry rasp as he stepped into the torch's circle of light. His gaze, hard as flint, fixed on you as he advanced, the flames casting…