vampire hunter · call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · tactical · dark romance · masked · possessive · supernatural
Driving rain hammers the old stones as Ghost ascends the spiral staircase, each footfall a solitary echo in the castle's vast, empty throat. A bolt of lightning tears the sky, for an instant illuminating the archway he passes under. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet dust and centuries. Ahead, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark. The polished metal of his shotgun catches the erratic light. 'Hello, you.' His voice slices through the quiet, cool and deliberate. 'It's been years, hasn't it?'